Chapter 17: Pleasure

The discomfort was expected.

Hazel sucked in a sharp breath, preparing to endure the pain until it was all over. She expected the cold brutality of his merciless thrusts as he entered her.

And that was exactly what he gave her.

He did not give her the time to adjust as he thrust mercilessly into her, the force pushing her deeper into the bed.

But her eyes flashed open as an unprecedented sensation washed over, consuming her whole. She even failed to suppress the lewd, low sound that escaped her lips and froze immediately after.

Damien’s gruff and breathless voice sounded immediately after.

“What, you like that? I didn’t know that the princess is not as innocent as she seemed to be.” He commented, his arms curling around her supple waist like a serpent, as he pulled her lower body closer to himself.

Hazel was unable to see anything due to the darkness, but all her other senses were heightened, making her feel everything he was giving her, especially his hold around her that felt like an iron grip around her.

She tried to cover her mouth, but Damien was quicker. He held her hands above her head and no matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free and only allowed him advance another inch deeper into her.

Her legs trembled as he moved, each thrust deeper than the last.

“It seems you like it rough.” Damien commented sarcastically.

But if Hazel were able to see him, she would have been shocked by the immense desire his eyes portrayed. It was as though he wanted to swallow her whole into his stomach, as though he could not get enough of her.

For someone who never showed his honest feelings, it was the first time his eyes would portray such emotion apart from the usual anger, coldness and cruelty.

Damien knew that his control was slipping out of his hands, but he could not stop it. The deeper he thrust into her, the lesser his control became and the deeper he seem to sank into the realm of lust.

He had no idea if it was because of the mate bond, but the emotions just kept rushing into him, making him unable to stop and making him want to hear her call his name.

But he did not act on impulse, suppressing every unnecessary emotion. He just wants to bed her and forget about it, no strings attached.

The bed creaked under their weight, Hazel’s brown eyes turning hazy and misty.

She was meant to feel disgusted and repulsive, but what was this pleasure that she was feeling? Why does he keep hitting that spot over and over again?

Why can’t she stop herself from making that embarrassing sound?

By the time Damien was too engrossed to hold her hands, she no longer had the strength to push him away. Her fingers fisted on the bed sheets under her, crumbling the fabric into folds as the overwhelming feeling emerged.

“You are squeezing me so tight down there, a typical reaction of a real vixen I must say. How are you different from the ones in brothels?” Damien uttered once again, voice hoarse and deeper than usual.

Hazel, who was supposed to be angry at being addressed as such could not even hear anything more.

She arched her back, feeling that weird sensation in her lower abdomen getting more pronounced.

“Wait, please….”

“What, you want me to stop?” He asked calmly and for some reasons, he stopped, ceasing all movements.

Hazel was meant to be relieved, but her body protested. She felt that she was close to an even higher level of pleasure and her body sought for it.

“I…” She tried to speak, but could not even find the right words, her eyes laced with confusion and discomfort.

Damien stared down at her. Even with the lights gone, he could still see her clearly and he drank in the sight of her flushed body and the way she squirmed under him, sweat appearing in between her breasts and his eyes narrowed.

With a snort, he pushed back in with an even deeper force, but that thrust hit that hidden part in her body forcefully and her toes curled.

Stars exploded in her vision and a scream escaped her, followed by the feeling of having something warm leave her lower body.

Feeling the squeeze, Damien groaned deeply and found himself releasing.

It took a while for Hazel to understand what had just happened, her breath still erratic and her eyes red.

She but her lips, unwilling to admit that she had felt pleasure instead of pain.

‘It is finally over.’ That was what she thought until he turned her around, making her knee on all fours.

“Wait, what are you doing…” Her statement trailed off when he pushed back in, taking her from the back,

The position was so shameful that she suddenly wished she could hide herself or crawl into a hole. But she soon forgot about the feeling when the pleasure kicked in.

Hazel had no idea how long they went at it, and only knew that at one point, her waist felt like it was going to break.

“Please, it’s enough.” She pleaded, feeling like she could not take it anymore.

But like the beast he was, it was as though he does not know the meaning of getting exhausted. He just kept going at it, regardless of what she feels.

Like a beast with only lust in his mind.

“Have you forgotten your place? You have no right when to tell me to stop.” He said coldly and Hazel could only grit her teeth and endure, even though she could already feel a burning sensation down there.

Before she knew it, her eyelids had begun to close, her body unable to take the merciless toss anymore. Having taken the wolfsbane again that morning, her body was still frail and weak.

With another last, but deep thrust, Damien’s body went stiff and her vision went dark not long after.

With a plop sound, he withdrew from inside her and expressionlessly, stepped down from the bed to wipe himself. After a few seconds, he finally realized that she had passed out.

Damien stood by the bed side and stared at Hazel’s pale and tear-stricken face, his eyes showing nothing of what he was feeling inside as though what happened just now was really nothing special.

But, only he knew…