Chapter 103 You Can't Hide From Me
Rowan
I pin Violet harder against the cold wall, my body pressing into hers like I own every inch of her.
The demon inside me snarls, breaking free after all this time chained up, and fuck, it feels good.
My mouth latches onto her neck, teeth grazing the soft skin before I bite down just enough to mark her, to make her feel the possession. She gasps, her body arching involuntarily, and I hike her dress higher, bunching it up over her tits.
My hand slides down her thigh, rough calluses scraping her smooth skin as I push her legs apart with my knee. She's trembling under me, that mix of fear and fire in her eyes making my blood roar.
I don't rush it, oh no, this is about owning her inch by inch, making her body betray every protest she's ever thrown at me. My fingers trace the edge of her panties, feeling the heat radiating from her core, and I hook them aside, exposing her to the cool air.
"Look at you," I murmur against her ear, my voice low and gravelly, laced with the demon's hunger. "All this fight, but your pussy's already weeping for me. You can't hide it from me, Violet. You're mine now, every gasp, every shiver."
I plunge one finger inside her, slow and deliberate, testing how much she can handle.
Fuck, she's so tight, her walls gripping me like a vice, hot and slick despite the tension in her muscles. She lets out a choked whimper, her hips jerking forward on instinct, and I hold her steady with my other arm banded around her waist.
"Easy, baby," I growl, nipping at her earlobe. "I'm not letting you run from this. Feel that? That's me claiming what's always been mine. Breathe through it... let your body open up for me."
I keep it slow, sliding that single finger in and out with agonizing patience, feeling every ridge and flutter inside her. Her wetness coats my skin, making each thrust smoother, but she's clenching so hard it takes effort to push deeper.
I curl it just right, brushing that sensitive spot that makes her thighs quake, and she bites her lip to stifle a moan. No, I won't have that.
"Don't hold back," I command, my free hand cupping her chin to force her eyes to mine. "I want to hear you. Every sound you make belongs to me. Tell me how it feels, Violet... tell me you're soaking my finger because you need this as bad as I do."
Her breath hitches, cheeks flushing deep red as she squirms against the wall, but her pussy betrays her, pulsing around me.
"R-Rowan..." she stammers, voice breaking, and it's the sweetest surrender.
I reward her with a deeper stroke, thumb grazing her clit lightly, just enough to spark electricity through her.
"That's it," I praise, my lips brushing her jaw. "Good girl. You're tightening up so perfect for me. Imagine what it'll be like when I fill you completely."
I build the rhythm gradually, never adding more than that one finger yet, drawing out her pleasure like a predator savoring the hunt. Her tits heave with each pant, nipples hard peaks straining against the bunched fabric of her dress, and I lean in to suck one into my mouth, tongue flicking roughly while my finger pumps steady, unyielding. She's dripping now, the obscene wet sounds filling the space between us, her arousal trickling down my hand.
"Fuck, listen to that," I rasp, pulling back to watch her face contort in building ecstasy. "Your body's begging for it. Let go, Violet... cum for me. Show me how much you crave being owned like this."
Her hands claw at my shoulders, nails digging in as her hips start to rock against my hand, chasing the pressure. I circle her clit with my thumb in slow, firm loops, syncing with the thrust of my finger, feeling her walls flutter wildly.
"Almost there, aren't you?" I whisper, dark possession threading my words. "I can feel you squeezing me, trying to pull me deeper. That's right.... give in. Cum on my hand, mark me with your release. You're not leaving this wall until you do, until you admit you're mine."
She shatters with a cry, her pussy clamping down hard on my finger as waves of her orgasm ripple through her. Hot gushes of her cum flood my palm, soaking my skin, and I keep stroking her through it, prolonging the bliss until she's limp and shuddering in my arms.
"There you go," I murmur, kissing the tears from her lashes. "So fucking beautiful when you break for me. We're not done yet, though."
I scoop Violet up with effortless strength, her body light and pliant in my arms after that shattering release, her limbs still quivering from the aftershocks. The demon surges through me, fueling the raw power in my muscles. She's mine to claim fully now, no more walls, no more holding back. I hurl her onto the massive bed, the mattress bouncing under her weight, her dress a tangled mess.
She lands with a soft gasp, eyes wide and dazed, but there's that spark of defiance flickering back to life. I don't give it a chance to ignite. Grabbing her ankles, I yank off her high heels one by one, the sharp clicks echoing as I fling them across the room. They clatter against the far wall, forgotten.
"No more running, Violet," I growl, my voice thick with possession, climbing onto the bed to loom over her. "Those are off limits now. You're staying right here, where I can fuck you properly."
Her chest heaves, nipples still peaked and begging for attention through the rumpled fabric, but I hold back, savoring the control.
"Finish taking off that dress," I order, my tone leaving no room for argument as I straighten up on my knees.
Violet's hands tremble as she pushes herself up on her elbows, fingers fumbling with the zipper at her side. The sound of it rasping down is music to my ears, the dress peeling away to reveal inch after inch of her flushed skin.