Page 22 of Kraved By Krampus

“Then show me.” The muse’s eyes flash with a mixture of courage and uncertainty. “Take what you want.”

There’s a challenge in her words, a dare that hangs in the air between them. The deity’s eyes darken, and his gaze holds her captive as he leans in, his lips hovering just above hers.

“As you wish, my brave little muse.”

His words are a promise, a whisper of dark things to come. And then his lips claim hers, and everything changes.

It’s like a spark ignites within me, a thrilling rush of adrenaline. The kiss is ravenous, demanding, and yet it sends waves of exhilaration through me. I feel the muse surrender, giving in to the thrill of being under his control. My body reacts, my heart pounding and my breath catching as if it’s happening to me.

Suddenly shadows surround me, and fantasy and reality become one. Krampus is with me and his hands are everywhere, pulling me closer, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through me. I’m helpless to resist, caught in a torrent of sensations. His lips leave mine, trailing kisses along my jaw, and then lower, his breath hot against my skin.

I moan, my body arching toward him as his mouth finds the sensitive spot below my ear. His hands tighten on my hips, his touch firm and possessive.

“You’re mine,” his voice a deep rumble that races through my body. “Say it.”

“Yours,” I breathe, my voice thick with desire.

He growls in response, and then his lips are on my neck, his teeth grazing my skin lightly. My head falls back, exposing my neck as I surrender to the pleasure. His hands move up my body, his touch feather-light and yet somehow possessive.

And then, without warning, he pulls away, leaving me breathless and aching. His breath is warm on my neck.

“Not yet, little one,” he teases, his voice a low purr.

The world tilts as he pulls away, and suddenly the library is gone. We’re in a dark, intimate space, with heavy curtains drawn over the windows and a large, plush bed in the center.

I take a step back, my heart hammering in my chest. The air is thick with anticipation, and I realize this is my desire, brought to life. I bite my lip as he advances toward me, his eyes burning with unspoken promises.

“I intend to show you just how much I crave you,” he says, his voice a low growl. “And I plan to take my time.”

He reaches out, his fingers brushing my arm lightly, a jolt right to my core. I stand still as he explores my body with his hands, his touch gentle and reverent. It’s like he’s memorizing every inch of me, learning my curves, the ones I am usually self-conscious of, and I find myself surrendering to the sensation.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “So responsive.”

His hands glide down my sides, resting on my hips, and he pulls me gently toward him. I move without hesitation, my body instinctively seeking his. He cups my face, his thumb brushing my bottom lip, and he leans in, his kiss tender and slow. It’s a contrast to the rush of desire coursing through my body, and I feel myself melting into him.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along my jaw, and then down my neck. I tilt my head back, granting him access, and he takes his time, worshiping my skin with feather-light kisses and gentle nips. I moan softly, my hands clutching at his shoulders, my body aching for more.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my skin, and then he whispers, “Patience, my little muse. I plan to explore every inch of you.”

He steps back, and I feel a twinge of loss at the absence of his touch. But then I see what he’s doing, and a thrill runs through me. As I watch, he reaches down, his fingers hooking into the hem of his shirt. With a slow, deliberate motion, he peels it off, revealing the contours of his body. Each muscle seems to ripple and dance in the dim light. I’ve felt the solidnessof him before, but seeing him like this, in all his glory, is something else entirely. It’s a sight that sets my nerves alight with anticipation.

He towers over me, a striking figure even in this humanoid form, with those obsidian horns curling menacingly from his brow, catching the dim light with a wicked sheen. His deep-set, smoldering red eyes hold an intensity that sends exhilaration racing through me.

The shadows dance around him, almost alive, reflecting the tempest of emotions surging within me. When he draws closer, I feel warmth emanating from him, contrasting sharply against the cold snap of the winter night, a reminder of his duality—dark yet undeniably magnetic.

I am caught between the heart-stopping fear of his monstrous nature and the intoxicating allure of his presence. As his hand grazes my cheek, I feel the hard edge of his claws just barely avoiding nicking my skin, and it excites me even more.

My breath catches as shadows dance across his sculpted chest, highlighting every defined muscle. His movements are deliberate, almost hypnotic, and I find myself transfixed by the raw power in his form, and my eyes are drawn to the obvious evidence of his desire for me.

“Now, where were we?” he asks, a mischievous glint in his eye.

He closes the distance between us. He stands before me, his body powerful and dominant.

“Touch me,” he commands, his voice hoarse.

I reach out tentatively, my fingers grazing his chest and trailing down to the fabric of his pants. “Are you sure you won’t eat me?” I tease, trying to lighten the mood.

Krampus chuckles, but there’s a dangerous edge to the sound. “Eat you? I will devour you.”

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