Page 24 of Kraved By Krampus

I shudder, my body trembling with need as Krampus’s fingers work magic within me. “Please,” I whimper, “I can’t take anymore.”

He chuckles. “Oh, but you can, little one. Your body is made for this, made to crave my touch.”

Krampus’s fingers never stop moving, grazing my walls in the most sinful way. I moan, arching my back, seeking more of his touch. He’s so deep inside me, so perfect.

“You’re doing so well,” he purrs, his thumb brushing against my clit. “So wet for me.”

I gasp as a jolt of pleasure courses through me. “Yes,” I pant, “I’m yours. All yours.”

“And you will be,” Krampus growls, “in every way possible.”

He’s still pumping in and out of me, his fingers curling just right. I can feel the pressure building, the intense rush of desire that’s threatening to overwhelm me.

“Krampus,” I moan, “Please.”

He leans down, his lips brushing against my lips. “Yes, little mate? What do you want from me?”

I shudder, my body trembling with need. “I want to come. I need to come.”

“Then come for me,” he commands, his fingers moving faster within me. “Come for me like the good little muse you are.”

His words are all it takes. I scream, my body convulsing as the pleasure crashes over me in waves. Krampus holds me tight, his fingers still pumping, still moving within me, prolonging the rush of ecstasy, and my body shakes with the force of it.

When it’s over, I slump against the chains, panting, drenched in sweat. He gently releases me, catching me before I can fall.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, cradling me against his chest. “My sweet, brave little muse.”

I bury my face against Krampus’s neck, and I feel myself blushing with embarrassment and shame. “Why did you let me burn it?”

He chuckles, the sound a low rumble against my skin. “That was your choice, but I knew I could show you that your fantasies are nothing to be ashamed of. They’re a part of you, a part of this.”

His hand trails down my body, caressing my curves, igniting a new fire within me. “And now, I want to make you come undone all over again.”

Chapter thirteen

Clara

Krampus tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the move both playful and dominant. “But first, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

My head spins as Krampus’s magic swirls around us, transporting us to a different room within Magnus. He sets me down in a dimly lit stone chamber, candles surrounding us.

“Don’t worry, little mate. No one will ever disturb us here.” His deep voice rumbles with wicked promise.

Kneeling before me, he takes my wrists, his obsidian horns glinting in the candlelight.

My heart hammers as Krampus secures my wrists above my head. Not again. But this time, there’s an edge of anticipation. I’m already naked, and he towers above me, still partiallyclothed. He moves with the confident grace of a man about to take what he craves, and my body flushes at the thought.

My breath quickens as he uses a blindfold to cover my eyes. His lips are at my ear. “Tell me to stop if I go too far, little mate.”

I shiver at the prospect, unsure if I’ll be able to utter those words. “What are you going to do?”

His gravelly chuckle sends goosebumps across my body. “You’re going to find out.”

I bite my lip as he resumes exploring my body with his mouth. He nuzzles my neck, his breath warm on my skin, before trailing kisses down my collarbone. My senses heighten as his tongue flicks over my nipples, teasing them to aching peaks. His mouth continues its tantalizing path downward, pausing to worship my soft belly.

What is he waiting for?My inner voice betrays my eagerness as heat pools between my thighs. I arch my back, silently pleading for the release I crave.

Krampus chuckles, his hot breath fanning my wet pussy. “Impatient, little mate?” His fingers glide through my folds, stroking my aching clit before dipping lower to tease my entrance. He sucks his fingers clean. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

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