I Gave In

I Gave In

Chapter 64
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Elena

His lips brushed my neck, his breath shaky. My name fell from his mouth again, soft and desperate, and it lit my whole body on fire.

I should’ve resisted. I should’ve pushed him away. But I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. My body had been screaming for him, my bond starving, my heart torn between anger and longing. And now, with him standing in front of me, begging without words, I broke.

His eyes darted towards the towel that had fell earlier, then shot back to me, dark, hungry, fighting for more.

“Elena…” His voice was gravel, thick with need. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

I stepped closer, chest brushing his, skin hot against fabric. His hands twitched at his sides, but he didn’t touch me.

So I gave in.

My fingers slid under his shirt, pulling at the hem. He tore it off himself, tossing it to the side. My hands flattened against his chest, feeling the solid muscle under my palms.

That was it. His restraint snapped.

His mouth crashed onto mine, hard and desperate. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me tight against him. The kiss was rough, messy, all teeth and tongue, swallowing the whimper that slipped from my throat.

He groaned, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist, his cock pressing against me through his sweatpants. Every nerve in me screamed, desperate, aching.

He laid me on the bed, hovering over me, his chest rising and falling like he was fighting himself. His eyes searched mine, raw and pleading. “Tell me to stop,” he rasped. “Because if I keep going, I won’t stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered.

He gave out a smirk and his mouth was on me again, moving down my neck, biting, sucking and leaving marks that burned. His hands roamed everywhere…my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. His thumb brushed my nipple, hard and teasing, making me gasp and arch into him.

I tugged at his sweatpants, shoving them down. He kicked them off, and suddenly he was bare, his cock hard and heavy against my stomach. I whimpered, my body begging for him.

His hand slid between my thighs, fingers parting them. He groaned when he felt how wet I was. “So ready for me,” he muttered. “This pussy is mine. All mine.”

He lined himself up, teasing, rubbing against my entrance. I found my hand moving towards his and taking them deeper. He went down and circled it inside with his tongue, causing me to moan. Then he pushed inside, slow at first, stretching me, filling me inch by inch. The stretch burned, but it was heaven. I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, my back arching.

“Elena…” His voice broke as he buried himself to the hilt. “Fuck, you feel perfect.”

He started moving, slow at first, then faster, harder, each thrust driving deeper. The bed creaked, the headboard slammed against the wall. My moans filled the room, mixing with his guttural groans.

He leaned down, kissing me hard, swallowing my cries. His hand slid between us, finding my clit, rubbing fast, tight circles that made me scream his name. My body tightened, heat coiling deep inside.

“Come for me,” he growled against my mouth.

I shattered, my body convulsing, walls clenching tight around him. He cursed, thrusting harder, chasing his release, but then—he pulled out suddenly.

Before I could protest, he gripped my hips and flipped me over. My ass was in the air, my face buried in the pillow, completely exposed. My heart raced, my body trembling.

“Stay like that,” he ordered, voice dark, commanding.

His hand slid down my back, slow, possessive, until it gripped my ass. Then—smack.

The sharp sting shot through me, making me gasp. Heat rushed between my legs, my body clenching around nothing.

“You like that,” he muttered, smacking me again, harder this time.

“Yes…” I whimpered.

He leaned over me, his chest pressed to my back, his lips brushing my ear. “Good girl.”

His hand slid between my thighs again, feeling how soaked I was.

“Kael, please,” I begged, pushing back against him.

He didn’t make me wait. He slammed into me from behind, hard, deep, making me cry out. His hips snapped against mine, relentless, every thrust sending me forward on the bed.

“You’re mine,” he growled, smacking my ass again, making my walls flutter around him. “Say it.”

“I’m yours!” I screamed into the pillow. “Always yours!”

“Fuck,” he groaned, pounding harder, his voice raw.

He tangled his hand in my hair, yanking my head back so my neck arched, his lips brushing my ear. “You belong to me, Elena.”

The words made me come again, with my body clenching tight.

Before I could catch my breath, he flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. His eyes burned into mine, desperate, wild. “Look at me while I fuck you again.” he panted. “I need to see your face when you come for me.”

He pushed inside, deep, slow, stretching me all over again. My legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place. His hand found mine, fingers lacing, pinning it above my head. His other hand cupped my cheek.

His hips rolled, deep and steady, hitting that spot that made me moan louder, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity.

I cupped his face with my free hand, pulling him down for a kiss. It was slow this time, tender, filled with everything we hadn’t said.

My climax hit again, sharp and blinding, my body arching, screaming his name as I shattered. He groaned, burying himself deep, spilling into me, his eyes locked on mine as he fell apart.

We stayed like that, locked together, chests heaving, sweat-slick bodies pressed close. He refused to pull out, holding me like I was his lifeline.