The air smells of her, vanilla and warmth and the faint trace of the meal she barely touched, but it's her eyes that hit me first. They’re wide and dark, pulling me under like a current I never want to fight.
She's sitting on the bed, wrapped in that robe that's too loose, too tempting, her hair has dried now and is curling at the ends, framing a face that's equal parts fragile and fierce.
God, she undoes me.
Every inch of her calls to the beast I've spent years chaining down, but tonight, after carving Kane into oblivion, that chain snaps clean through.
She's mine.
Mine in a way that burns through my veins, possessive and raw, and I can't hold it back anymore.
I cross the room quickly, my gaze locked on her, drinking in the way her chest rises and falls quicker now as the flush creeps up her throat.
She's not afraid. No, this is want, pure and unfiltered, mirroring the madness roaring inside me. I reach her, my hands trembling with the effort not to tear the robe from her body right then, but I need to savor this, to worship her until she shatters and reforms in my image.
"Jasmine," I growl, my voice rough, barely human, as I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed. My fingers grip her thighs through the fabric, spreading them just enough to make her gasp.
She's everything. The only thing. And I'll make her feel it until she screams my name like a prayer.
I untie the robe with one swift pull, letting it fall open, exposing her skin to the cool air and my starving eyes. She's perfect, bruised but unbroken, her body a map of survival that I trace with my fingertips, light at first, then firmer, claiming every curve.
Her breath hitches as I lean in, pressing my mouth to her inner thigh, tasting the salt and sweetness of her, my teeth grazing just enough to mark her as mine.
"You have no idea what you do to me," I murmur against her skin, my hands sliding up to part her wider, exposing her cunt, slick and ready, and the sight of it drives me insane.
I bury my face between her legs, my tongue delving in without mercy, lapping at her folds, circling her clit with a hunger that's unhinged, possessed, like I'll die if I don't devour every drop of her.
She arches off the bed, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, and the sound she makes, a broken moan, fuels the firestorm in my blood. I suck harder, my tongue flicking relentlessly, feeling her pulse against my mouth as I work her toward the edge.
She's trembling now, her hips bucking, and I hold her down with one arm across her waist, pinning her in place because she's mine to break apart. Mine to build up again.
"I’m going to make you come," I growl, my voice muffled against her heat, vibrating through her. “Over and over until you beg me to stop.”
She shatters with a cry that echoes through the room, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure rip through her.
I don't stop. I can't. I lick her through it, slower now, drawing out every aftershock until she's gasping, oversensitive, but I need more. I need her undone completely.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, finding that spot that makes her eyes roll back, and my mouth returns to her clit, sucking and teasing in rhythm with my fingers. She's soaking my hand, her walls clenching around me, and the obsession grips me tighter, making me growl like a feral animal as I push her higher again.
"Again," I rasp, my free hand gripping her thigh hard enough to bruise, because I want my marks on her, proof that she's claimed, that no one else will ever touch her. She writhes, begging incoherently, her nails digging into my scalp, and it only spurs me on. My pace is merciless, unyielding, until she comes a second time, harder, her release flavouring my tongue, her screams filling my ears like music.
But it's not enough. The possession rages through me, untethered and all-consuming, demanding I take her apart until there's nothing left but us.
I withdraw my fingers, licking them clean while she watches, her eyes glazed with lust and something that mirrors my madness. I shuck my jacket and pull my cock free, stroking it a couple of times as precum beads on the tip. Then I push my tongue back into her spent channel because I can't wait, can't think beyond tasting her again.
My tongue plunges deeper this time, swirling against her quivering walls, while my thumb circles her clit, building her up once more. She's sobbing now, her body arching, pleading for mercy, but I give her none, because this is what she awakens in me, this relentless need to own her pleasure, to be the only one who can make her feel this way.
"One more for me," I whisper, my breath hot against her, and she nods frantically, lost to it, as I suck and lick and drive her over the edge a third time, her orgasm crashing like thunder, leaving her limp and shivering beneath me.
I finally pull back, my face slick with her, my chest heaving as I crawl up her body, pressing kisses to her stomach, her breasts, her neck, until I'm hovering over her, my eyes locked on hers.
She's wrecked, beautiful in her surrender, and the sight of it settles something wild in my soul.
"You're mine," I say, my voice hoarse with need, as I claim her mouth in a kiss that tastes of her, sealing the possession that's burned itself into my bones. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me closer, hungrily deepening the kiss.
“I need to fill you,” I groan when we pull apart. The way my entire body feels like it’s vibrating outside of itself is heady and confusing. The only thing I know for certain right now is that I need to fuck her full of my cum.
“Yes,” she says, her hands coming to my shoulders as though to hold on.
