Page 26 of The Blood Moon Oath

My words hang in the air, heavy with implication, as I watch her chest rise and fall with quickened breaths. Her eyes flash with defiance, but I can see the hunger lurking beneath, the way her pupils dilate when I press my body against hers.

"You think you hate me," I taunt, my hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. "But your body tells a different story. It craves me, even as your mind resists."

I pinch her nipples roughly, delighting in the gasp that escapes her lips. My thumbs rub circles over the sensitive buds, feeling them harden under my touch.

"Tell me to stop," I challenge, my voice a low growl. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll leave you alone. But we both know that's a lie."

I grind my hips against hers, letting her feel the thick ridgeof my erection straining against my pants. Her moan is music to my ears, even as she spits out her hatred.

"Fuck you," she snarls, but her legs part slightly, giving me better access. I take advantage, slipping a hand between us to cup her sex through her pants. She's already wet, her heat seeping through the cloth.

"You think you have control here," I hiss in her ear, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. "But you're just a pawn in my game. And right now, your pawn is screaming for more."

I increase the pressure, applying just enough friction to make her squirm. Her walls clench around nothing, desperate for fulfillment.

I can feel her tremble beneath my touch, her resistance crumbling with each passing second. She's teetering on the brink, caught between her loathing for me and the intense pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Come for me," I command, my voice a dark whisper against her skin. "Let go and show me how much you need this."

I rub her clit harder, faster, the rough material of her trousers providing just the right amount of friction. Her hips buck against my hand, seeking more, even as she continues to curse my name.

"That's it," I praise, feeling her orgasm build like a tidal wave. "Give in to it. Surrender to the darkness within you."

With a final, merciless stroke, I send her plummeting over the edge.

As she comes undone in my arms, her cries of ecstasy fill the room, music to my sadistic ears. I revel in her surrender, in the way her body arches and shakes with the force of her climax.

When the waves of pleasure finally subside, leaving her panting and spent, I spin her around to face me. Her eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed, and I can see the lingering echoes of her orgasm still rippling through her.

"Not bad," I remark, my voice dripping with satisfaction. "But we're far from finished."

I capture her mouth in a brutal kiss, my tongue delving past her lips to claim her thoroughly. She tastes of sweat and sex, a heady combination that only fuels my desire.

Breaking the kiss, I haul her against me once more, grinding my hard length against her ass.

I lean in close, my breath hot against her ear as I grind my aching cock against her plump ass. She's so wet, so ready for me, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to bury myself inside her immediately.

"Beg me to stop," I demand, my voice a low, seductive purr. "Tell me you don't want this, and I might consider pulling away."

I punctuate my words with a sharp nip to her neck, sucking a dark mark onto her skin. My hands roam her curves, palming her breasts and pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. She lets out a soft whimper, her body responding eagerly to my touch despite her protests.

"You know you crave this," I continue, my fingers trailing down her stomach to tease the waistband of her trousers.

With a groan, I press my throbbing cock against her plush ass, grinding it in slow, deliberate circles. The friction is exquisite, her warmth seeping through the fabric of my pants to tease my sensitive flesh.

"Little huntress," I murmur, my fingers deftly unbuttoning her trousers and sliding them down her legs along with her soaked panties. She steps out of them, her ass now fully baredto me, and I drink in the sight of her – pale skin, toned muscles, and that intoxicating aura of vulnerability.

"Now, let's hear those pleas," I coax. I unbuckle my belt, pushing my own trousers down. I press head of my cock against her plump ass and rub it up and down. I know she wants me inside of her. I can feel it through the binding. Everything she feels, I will feel now. And as our connection grows stronger, so will how intense those feelings will be.

For now, they are subtle. She's still wary of me, as I am of her. But, there's no denying what she wants.

My cock.

Inside her.

And that's exactly why I won't give it to her.

She shudders, her hips instinctively pushing back against me, seeking more contact.

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