Page 65 of Wedded to the Deviant Duke

“You genuinely enjoy it?” he asked.

Thalia inched closer, teasing him terribly with those beautiful lips of hers as they slightly pursed. “I think… it’s the power I wield as well. If I told you to stop…”

“I would do so in a heartbeat.”

Thalia’s expression warmed, placing a gentle kiss against Gabriel’s lips. It turned into something deeper, something with quite the literal bite against his tongue. Genuine laughter escaped Gabriel’s throat this time, and he took her to the ground, pinning her hands against the hay as her legs curled beneath his chest.

“You have a terrible habit of nibbling, little rabbit,” he growled.

Thalia’s face flushed, head tilting as a coy smile crossed her face. “Why don’t you show me a proper bite, Mister Wolf?”

Hot blood rushed through Gabriel’s veins, and he reminded himself to keep any injury he might cause easily hidden. “What should I listen for, in case we go too far?”

Thalia’s breath hitched, legs twisting beneath him once more. “I—y-you would never. I would never ask you to.”

“It’s for your safety,” Gabriel protested softly. “And for my ease of mind. If I ever hurt you, even if you think you wanted it…”

Thalia’s smile was like the sun poking through the storm. One hand wriggled free from his grasp, and she gently stroked against Gabriel’s cheek. “Ramps, then. I’ll say ramps if I feel unsafe.”

Ramps. Gracious, but he was going to have a hard time associating them with anything but this moment for quite a while. “Alright, then.”

* * *

It was like day had shifted suddenly to night; the moment affirmation had left Thalia’s lips, they were utterly consumed by Gabriel’s once more in a deep, reaching kiss. He forced her beneath the weight of his frame, hay cushioning her body as his entire being–his presence–pressed heavily down upon her.

His hands were around her once more, feeling between the loose ties of her bosom before fingers once more slipped between, fondling her breasts and teasing the rigid nipples. A startled gasp escaped her at his speed; already, she felt ready to give herself entirely.

“Not this time, little rabbit.” His hands withdrew, trailing up the length of her neck as he applied slight pressure. Gracious, but she was already having a hard time breathing–!

“I want you to hear you work for every gulp of air,” Gabriel murmured, pulling her lips into another kiss. “Want you to feel every subtle flick of my wrist, every twitch of my finger.” His thumb pressed against the front of her throat, and she could feel air bobbing beneath the increasing pressure. “Every breath you take is one I allow, little rabbit.”

Thalia’s own fingers curled beneath the hay, nipples perked and aching for his touch once more. But the grasp around her neck was something… entirely new. Dangerous, yes; if he wanted to, he could close his grasp and restrict her breath in its entirety.

“Beg for me, little rabbit,” Gabriel crooned, applying more pressure against her throat. “Beg for life as I bite clean through your neck.”

Thalia’s gasp was ragged, air dragging against the narrowing windows and burning in her lungs in a desperate bid. “S-Stop–please, I–!” Her hand shot around his arm, fingers clawing across his suit jacket’s sleeve as she managed a breathless moan. His hold loosened for a moment, a flicker of concern briefly crossing his eyes.

“What’s the word?” he asked.

Her legs curled up against his back, and Thalia’s hands ran down the length of his arm, squeezing his wrist as a tingling rush filled her head. It was like falling from a great height, dizzy euphoria that spun around her head and left her, somehow, more breathless than before. Her eyes found his, hands remaining around her neck, but only as a lingering threat. He was waiting; he wanted to hear her affirmation.

“R-ramps,” she managed with a ragged hiss. She was struggling, yes—fighting against his hold, fighting to breathe underneath the entirety of his presence—but it was exhilaration. She dug her nails into his exposed flesh, earning a pained hiss from Gabriel himself.

“Naughty rabbit,” he growled, grasping her wrists and forcefully pinning them across the hay. “Who said you could fight back?”

Thalia struggled briefly, still gasping through a haze of light-headedness. He leaned into her, lips pressing against the now-sensitive parts of her neck and nipping between every kiss or so. He was going to ruin her; again, her knees pressed against his back, an uncontrollable spasm striking him harder than she’d anticipated.

But he persisted, dragging his teeth across her chin and catching her bottom lip before forcing her head to lean into him, else risk a painful bite. He kissed her, stealing what precious breath she had left, and suddenly, his hand shifted, slipping beneath her skirt as his fingers brushed against her inner thigh.

She moaned terribly. His hand lingered. “Our word…?” he crooned, lips nipping at the lobe of her ear.

“Ramps,” Thalia whimpered. “I r-recall it.”

She let out a startled gasp, his fingers suddenly pushing past her folds and teasing her clit. He massaged the area gently, waiting, giving her the chance to use her own power against him. Her answer came in the form of another kiss, teeth trying to catch his tongue before he pulled just out of reach.

“Naughty rabbit,” Gabriel growled.

His fingers pushed deeper past, sending Thalia into a state of frenzy. Slowly, he began to work her, exploring her, each twist and thrust sending her into uncontrollable shivers. Her hands reached out to grasp his arm once more, but his free hand grasped her wrists instead, pinning them against her chest as he did his work.

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