Chapter 127 Between beast and lover ii

Chapter 127 Between beast and lover ii
The car pulled up in front of the castle. The bright LED headlights cut through the dark night, reflecting off the smooth automatic iron gates. The moment the vehicle came to a complete stop, Anastasia did not wait for William to open her door. She unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out into the cool night air.

She walked swiftly, her heels clicking against the smooth, paved driveway. She wanted to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the car. She wanted to escape the heavy weight of William's presence.

She walked into the castle ignoring the guards bowing to her at the entrance. As she crossed the floor toward the elevator, she passed the open-concept dining area. Selvara and Mason were sitting at the long dining table, speaking in low voices. They looked up as Anastasia hurried past, their expression filled with curiosity, but she ignored them completely. She kept her eyes fixed straight ahead.

Then, she saw him. Zevrak stood, walking to the table, serving dishes, and laughing as if nothing had happened that made Anastasia's stomach turn. Their eyes met and Anastasia's footsteps faltered for a fraction of a second. The reality of William's world – a world of casual death and absolute authority – hit her all over again. She felt a shiver of pure dread run down her spine. She forced her eyes away from Zevrak and hurried toward the elevator, her heart hammering against her ribs.

She stepped into the elevator and quickly jabbed the button for her floor before the sleek metal door could slide shut; William's tall figure blocked the light. He stepped inside. The space instantly felt small. The doors closed with a soft electronic beep, and the elevator began its smooth, silent ascent. He did not stand beside her, instead, he stepped directly in front of her, deliberately blocking her view. He looked over her, his dark eyes fixed intensely on her face.

Anastasia looked down. She stared at the polished buttons in his vest, at his tie, at anything except his eyes. The silence between them was thick and heavy, charged with an unresolved tension that made it hard to breathe. He didn't touch her, but his proximity felt like a physical weight pressing against her. The elevator doors opened smoothly on her floor. She immediately moved past him, walking down the brightly lit hallway toward her bedroom.

She pushed her door open stepping into the familiar safety of her space. But before she could turn around to close the door, William followed her inside. The door closed slightly behind him. She wanted some time for herself to process everything she had witnessed, seeing Zevrak down there with the smile on his face made her stomach turn. The expression he carried as if nothing had happened made her think, ‘How were they able to live with that? Did they do that every time and come back home like they were the most innocent beings in the world?’ But still she stopped herself thinking, they never said they were innocent; in her own version, she had always seen them that way.

Anastasia turned to face him, intending to ask him to leave, but she didn't get the chance. He moved with vampire speed. In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between them. His large hand wrapped firmly around her wrist, and with a sudden, controlled pull, he brought her back against the flat wall. The impact wasn't painful, but it was solid enough to leave her breathless. He pinned her there against the smooth drywall, his body pressing closer, trapping her between the wall and his solid frame.

“What the hell is the problem?" he demanded. His voice was hoarse, rough with a mixture of irritation and suppressed desire.

She closed her mouth tightly. She shook her head, refusing to speak. How could she explain that she was terrified of the very man she loved? How could she tell him that his possessiveness felt like a beautiful execution?”

“You haven't looked at me since we left the car?" His eyes darkened as he looked down at her stubborn silence. He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her cheek. “Do you know you should be punished?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

Before she could respond, he leaned down and kissed her. It was not a gentle kiss. It was hard, bruising, and demanding, full of the frustration that had been building up during the entire drive home. He claimed her lips with an intensity that made her head spin. She felt her defenses instantly melting. That was it, she caved in every time he claimed her. Despite her fear, her hands automatically rose to grip his shoulders, her body betraying her mind as she pulled him closer.

Suddenly, the sound of light, measured footsteps echoed from the hallway outside. The bedroom door hadn't been fully latched, and it swung open slightly. Morgana stood in the doorway.

Anastasia's eyes snapped open in pure panic. Seeing Morgana standing there made her blood run cold with embarrassment. She immediately tried to pull away from him, her hands pushing his chest. She wanted to sink into the floor. But he refused to let her go. His grip on her waist remained iron-clad, keeping her firmly anchored against the wall, entirely unbothered by the intrusion.

He turned his head slightly toward the door, his expression blank and unaffected. “What is it?" he asked coldly.

Morgana stood frozen for a moment, her eyes moving from William's possessive hold to Anastasia's flushed, panicked face. An awakened, tense silence filled the room.

“What is it, Morgana?" his voice was losing all restraint as his patience was running out.

“My Lord," Morgana said carefully, keeping her voice neutral and respectful despite the situation. She bowed her head slightly. “I wanted to check on Anastasia before she went to sleep. I didn't know you were here. I'm sorry, my lord.”

Without another word, Morgana turned around and walked out, as she clicked the door shut behind her, her footsteps fading down the hallway.

Anastasia's face was burning bright red. The embarrassment was overwhelming. “My lord, let me go," she whispered, her voice trembling as she tried to squirm out of his grip. “Please, that was so embarrassing,” she mumbled, but he heard her.

William heard her reason, however, he did not listen. The interruption had only heightened his dark, possessive mood. He looked down at her blushing face, a small, satisfied smirk touching the corner of his lips.

“I told you," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “You belong to me. Every part of you. He pulled her closer as the little space between them vanished. “Hasn't Morgana been helping you? She knew you wanted me more than anything. He leaned closer to her ear. "What was there to be embarrassed about?”

Anastasia's lips pressed in a tight line. Before she could protest further, he gathered the fabric of her gown in his hands, slowly pulling it up. The cool air of the room hit her bare legs, making her shiver, but the contrast of his freezing hands resting on her thighs felt like fire. He kept her pinned right there against the flat, smooth drywall of the bedroom, using his weight to hold her in place. The surface of the wall against her bare upper back made her gasp, but the sensation was instantly eclipsed by William's body pressing tightly against her.

“My Lord, wait," she pleaded, her head resting back against the wall as he trailed his lips down her jawline to the sensitive spot on her neck.

“Babe," he whispered against her neck. “Call me babe."

Anastasia gasped as his breath hit her, it made her close her eyes as she craved more, though she wanted to deny it. But his breath against her neck, and his body pressing against her, nullified her thinking.

“Call me babe," he said as he inhaled her scent like a drug. He could not get enough. “I want to hear you say it. His lips trailed to her cleavage.

"Babe,” she whispered. The word left her mouth followed by a moan.

"Again. Say it again.” his hand went to her right, stopping at her butt, as he pressed on it, feeling the soft texture of her body.

“Babe, wait," she moaned.

“No more waiting," he whispered.

His large, cold hand slid between their bodies, guiding itself past the edge of her underwear until his fingers made direct contact with her bare skin. Anastasia's breath hitched. She was already damp and swollen, her body totally contradicting the fear that had paralyzed her mind earlier.

A dark, satisfied sound escaped William's throat as he felt her core dripping soak for him despite everything. “Always ready for me,” he growled. "Little moon, look at me.”

She opened her eyes, her vision slightly blurred, forcing herself to meet his piercing, wild gaze. He slid two fingers inside her core, testing her tightness, while his thumb found the sensitive center of her heat, applying a firm, deliberate pressure.

Anastasia cried out, a sharp, ragged sound that echoed in the quiet room. Her hips instinctively bucked against his hand, but he held her firmly against the wall, controlling her movements. He began to move his fingers in slow, deep rhythm, pulling out almost entirely before pushing back inside, stretching her and driving her mind into an immediate fog.

The friction was intense and her body shook. He watched her face with a predatory focus, absorbing every gasp, every whimper, and the way her fingers dug sharply into the fabric of his shirt. He accelerated the pace, his thumb working in perfect synchronization with his fingers, targeting the exact spots he knew would shatter her defenses.

“Please," she begged, though she didn't even know what she was asking for anymore. The pleasure was building too fast, a heavy, coiling tension tightening deep in her stomach.

“Please what?" he asked, his voice hoarse. “Tell me what you want, little moon."

No response. Anastasia's moan climbed up and he increased the intensity of his fingers, driving her to the edge.

“Arggggggggg,” she cried. She tried to grab his wrist, but he was stronger.

“Let it go," he commanded, his words brushed against her ear, his breath hot and uneven.

The tension snapped. Anastasia's internal muscles clamped down violently around his fingers as a massive wave of release crashed over her. She arched her back away from the wall, her eyes tightly shut as a loud, uninhibited moan tore from her throat. Her body shuddered from head to toe, the intensity of the climax leaving her limbs completely weak and heavy.

She thought he would let her down then, but his grip on her thighs only tightened, keeping her pinned to the drywall. As the initial spasms began to fade into a lingering, hyper– sensitive throb, his fingers never stopped moving. He changed the angle, driving back into her with a faster, more relentless pace.

“William, no, stop, I can't take it anymore," she gasped, trying to shift her weight, but she was entirely trapped by his strength. Her skin was flushed, a fine layer of sweat breaking out across her collarbones. Every touch felt amplified, right on the edge, overwhelming her to the core.”

“I told you, this is your punishment," he murmured, his eyes dark with fierce, protective hunger. “Next time, you tell me what you think of me to my face.”

He didn't give her body time to recover. The continuous, heavy friction of his fingers quickly built the heat right back up dragging her away from the fading aftershocks of the first release and pushing her straight toward another peak. She tossed her head side to side against the wall, exhaustively helpless under the onslaught of new sensation. The pleasure was agonizingly sharp now, twisting tight until she couldn't breathe.

Within a moment, her body fractured a second time. A broken, breathless sound escaped her lips as a second, even more violent orgasm ripped through her. Her muscles clenched desperately around his hand, her head falling forward into his shoulder as her vision swam with darkness. She was entirely spent, shaking uncomfortably in his arms.

Only then did he slowly withdraw his hand. He allowed her feet to slide back down to the polished hardwood floor, though he kept his arms securely around her waist to keep her from collapsing, as her legs were like jelly.

Anastasia leaned heavily against him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, the room spinning slightly around her. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, his own breathing rough and shallow. He looked down at her dazed, thoroughly claimed expression, a slow, quiet satisfaction settling over his features. "Anyone can look at me like I'm a monster, You're the only person I cannot take that kind of look from. Not even for a second.”