I fight the urge to cover myself, to hide from the intensity of his gaze. The shadow magic within me stirs, responding to my vulnerability, but I push it down. Tonight isn't about control—it's about surrender.
Lochan's calloused hand cups my breast, his thumb brushing roughly over my nipple. I gasp at the sensation, arching into his touch despite myself.
"You like that?" He pinches lightly, watching my reaction. "Tell me."
"Yes," I breathe, my voice barely audible.
His other hand tangles in my hair, gripping tight enough to sting. "Louder."
"Yes!" My voice cracks as he tugs me to him, his mouth crashing against mine.
The kiss is nothing tentative or polite. This is primal, aggressive. His teeth bite at my bottom lip, drawing a whimper from me that he swallows hungrily. The taste of him, earthy and male, floods my senses as his tongue forces its way into my mouth.
My dress falls completely to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my thin undergarments. I should feel exposed with the others watching, but all I can focus on is Lochan's hands roaming my body, rough and possessive.
"I've wanted to do this since I first saw you this morning," he mutters against my neck, biting down hard enough to mark me. "Wanted to claim you. Show them all who you belong to."
He walks me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed. With one push, I'm falling onto the silken sheets, looking up at him as he towers over me. He doesn't smile—Lochan rarely does—but his eyes gleam with satisfaction as he takes in my near-naked form.
"Spread your legs."
I hesitate, old insecurities flaring despite my arousal. He doesn't repeat himself, just waits, his patience clearly wearing thin. Slowly, I part my thighs, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his scrutiny.
"Wider."
I comply, my heart hammering against my ribs. The shadow magic pulses beneath my skin, responding to my heightened emotions, but I force it down. This isn't the time to let that darkness free.
Lochan drops to his knees between my legs, his large hands gripping my thighs to hold me open. "I can smell how wet you are," he says, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "Been thinking about this, haven't you? About me tasting you?"
"Yes," I admit, my voice small.
His thumbs hook into the sides of my underwear, tearing it apart in one swift motion. The cool air hits my exposed pussy, making me shiver.
"Look at this pretty cunt," he growls, his thumb parting my folds. "So pink. So fucking wet."
I whimper as he circles my entrance, collecting my arousal before bringing it up to my clit. The touch is electric, making my hips buck involuntarily.
"Hold still," he commands, pressing down on my pelvis with his forearm. "Or I'll stop."
I force myself to be still, even as his fingers continue their torturous exploration. When his mouth finally replaces his fingers, the wet heat of his tongue against my sensitive flesh nearly undoes me.
"Fuck," I gasp, my hands clutching at the sheets.
Lochan doesn't start gentle. His tongue is relentless, licking broad strokes up my slit before circling my clit with precision. I can feel the coarse stubble of his jaw scratching against my inner thighs, adding another layer of sensation that borders on pain.
"You taste better than any dish at that celebration," he murmurs against me, the vibration of his words sending shocks through my core. "Could feast on this pussy for hours."
His words make me tighten, a fresh wave of wetness coating his chin. He chuckles darkly, knowing exactly what effect he's having on me.
"That's it. Let me feel how much you want this." His tongue delves inside me, fucking into me with surprising dexterity before returning to my clit.
My breathing becomes shallow, ragged. "Lochan, I—"
"Not yet," he growls, pulling back just enough to deny me. "You come when I say you can come. Understand?"
I nod frantically, desperate for him to continue.
"Say it."
