Page 58 of Caged By the Lich

"Please," she begs, her voice a husky whisper. "Please, Olvaar."

Fuck, I love hearing her say my name like that. Like I'm her salvation, her damnation. Like I'm everything she needs.

I guide myself to her entrance, teasing her with the tip of my cock. She tries to push down, to take me inside, but I hold her still. I want this moment, the anticipation, the hunger.

"Beg me, little rebel," I demand, my voice a low rumble. "Beg me to fuck you."

Her eyes flash with defiance, but she knows she's beaten. She knows she needs this as much as I do.

"Please," she whispers, her voice shaking. "Please fuck me, Olvaar."

With a thrust, I bury myself inside her. She screams, her nails digging into my back. I don’t stop, don’t give her a moment to adjust. I thrust into her, again and again, each movement a claim, a declaration. She's mine, every fucking inch of her.

I whisper filthy things in her ear, dirty insults that make her clench around me. She's my little whore, my little toy. She's the brat that wants to break and I dare her to rebel against me. I'd love to deliver more pleasure and pain.

Every time she tries to fight against me, I spank her ass, the sound echoing through the room. She moans, her body trembling with need.

"You feel so fucking good, Astrid," I growl, thrusting deeper. "You're mine, all mine. Fuck, you're perfect."

I can't get enough of her, can't get deep enough, though I try to shunt myself farther into her. I pinch her nipples, feeling her tighten around me.

She's so responsive, so fucking perfect. It's the only word I can think of to describe her. I kiss her again, our tongues clashing, our breaths mingling.

I'm lost in her, lost in this moment. Nothing exists but us, nothing matters but this. The world could burn around us, and I wouldn't give a damn.

As long as I have her, as long as she's mine, I have everything I need.

I grip Astrid's throat, feeling her pulse race under my fingers. Her eyes are wide, filled with tears that spill over as she gasps for breath. I slam into her, each thrust brutal, claiming her completely.

She takes it all, begging for more, her voice a ragged whisper. "Please, Olvaar... don't stop."

Her body trembles, her nails digging into my shoulders. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls clenching around me. "You like this, little rebel?" I growl. "You like being used, fucked like this?"

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes," she whispers, her voice filled with desperation. "Please, I'm going to come..."

I tighten my grip on her throat, feeling her gasp for air. Her body convulses, her orgasm ripping through her. I can see the pleasure-pain mix in her eyes, the tears streaming down her face.

It's intoxicating, this power, this control. I release her throat, the oxygen sending her flying higher, and lick the tears from her cheeks as I find my own release. Her body shudders against mine, her voice a soft whisper as she says my name like a damn prayer.

Fuck, this feeling. It's not just the sex, it's her. Astrid undoes me completely. My little rebel.

I'm addicted, completely obsessed. Kaz is right; I need to make a decision. This can't go on, this back and forth, this constant tug of war.

I pull out of her, my body still trembling from the intensity and keep her wrapped close against me. She fits perfectly, her body molding against mine. I can feel her heartbeat, the rise and fall of her chest. It's calming, grounding. For a moment, everything feels right.

I am so obsessed with her, so addicted. I can't take a breath that doesn't have her scent on it, can't think without her near. I can't live without her…

Because she is the only reason I want to live.

I thought I kept going for vengeance. I was ready to die at any moment along with my family. But for Astrid…I would do anything. Even stay alive.

But Kaz's words echo in my mind. And I know he's right.

It's time that I finally make a decision when it comes to Astrid.

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ASTRID

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