Page 7 of His to Break
Kara shakes her head slightly, as if trying to dispel confusion or perhaps doubt about herself. “I don’t know.” Her breath comes quick and uneven. “Something just… took over. I felt this urge to hurt him, to dominate him.” She looks away briefly before meeting my gaze again, defiance glimmering alongside fear. “And then… I did.”
The notion is almost laughable—a weak human overpowering one of those vile dark elves? Yet here she stands, drenched in evidence of something primal awakening within her.
I step closer, drawn by an instinct deeper than mere curiosity; something stirs within me as if responding to her transformation.
“Show me,” I command softly.
Her breath hitches as she contemplates my words, hesitation flickering across her features.
“I—”
“Show me,” I repeat firmly.
With a deep breath, Kara seems to find resolve hidden beneath layers of uncertainty. She extends her arm forward slowly, revealing faint traces of dried blood mingled with dirt on her skin—an offering of proof.
“I couldn’t control it,” she murmurs, but there’s a glint in her eyes that speaks of exhilaration mixed with dread.
“Power is seldom controllable,” I reply, allowing a hint of admiration to seep into my voice despite myself. “It demands to be wielded.”
The tension between us thickens; a potent charge sparks in the air as I watch Kara’s reaction shift from fear to determination—no longer just a frightened slave but something more dangerous beneath the surface.
She looks up at me again; those wide eyes hold depth now—a rawness that wasn’t there before.
“I felt alive,” she admits finally, breathless but fierce.
Kara’s admission lingers in the air, thick with unspoken truths. I feel a fire igniting within me, fueled by her bloodlust—a potent allure that awakens something primal I thought long buried. She stands before me, transformed, fear and exhilaration dancing across her features.
I step closer, my gaze locked on hers. “You’re not just a human,” I murmur, letting the words hang between us like an incantation. “There’s something inside you. Something powerful.”
Her breath quickens as she swallows hard, eyes widening. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.” The tremor in her voice sends shivers throughout my body; every instinct tells me she’s teetering on the edge of something dark and exhilarating.
My heart pounds as I lean in, my breath brushing against her ear, warm and intimate. “You’re mine,” I whisper softly, the words spilling from my lips like a forbidden promise. “Whether you know it or not, you belong to me.”
Her pulse races beneath my fingertips as I watch realization flicker across her face—a mixture of fear and an undeniable thrill that draws us together like moths to flame.
“And that power of yours is mine as well,” I add, claiming her with each syllable.
Before she can respond, before doubt can creep back into her mind, I close the distance between us. My lips crash against hers, and a rush of heat envelops us both. The taste of rebellion fills the air—sweet and intoxicating—as our mouths move together in a desperate dance.
Kara melts against me, her body responding to my kiss with an urgency that stirs my blood even further. Her hands grasp at my shoulders, fingers digging into my skin as if anchoring herself amidst this tempest of emotions swirling around us.
She’s intoxicating—raw power coiling beneath the surface—and it drives me wild with desire.
My tongue brushes against hers, igniting a spark that surges through both of us. She tastes like freedom wrapped in sweet vengeance—a flavor that promises so much more than mere lust. Each moment we share pushes us deeper into this abyss together.
As we kiss hungrily, I can feel the warmth radiating from her body—a soft fire against my own hardened frame—and it pulls at every primal instinct within me. She surrenders completely; there’s no hesitation now—only the need to explore this connection burning brightly between us.
My hands find their way to her waist; I grip tightly as if tethering myself to this moment where nothing else matters but us—this wicked alliance forged in desire and bloodshed.
Kara gasps against my mouth when I pull her closer still; our bodies meld together perfectly as if they were always meant to fit this way.
“Let go,” I breathe between kisses, urging her deeper into the darkness that surrounds us both—the darkness where power resides and lust thrives unchecked.
With each brush of our lips and every heated caress, we delve deeper into uncharted territory—an exploration fueled by instinct and insatiable hunger for one another.
As she leans into me with reckless abandon—her heart racing—I know this is just the beginning; and I won't stop until I have her just where I want her.
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