Page 17 of Love & Violence

Draven shifts from his panther back to his glorious human form, and his gaze locks on me as he offers me his hand.

“Come with me, little mate.”

I shift and reach for his hand. Draven has a digital lock I would have never seen if he hadn’t pushed the buttons before me.

The door slides open, and he pulls me through before closing it and putting a heavy bar across the doors. I have doubts about being able to lift it by myself, and I would guess it could take dynamite to get through it.

“This way, love,” Draven said and pulled me along.

The foliage quickly turns to solid rock. The deeper we go, the colder it becomes. It wouldn’t have bothered me if I were in my cat, but I was naked and in human form.

“It’s not too much longer,” he says, always knowing exactly what I’m thinking.

I am fascinated by how the cave dims with the changing light before brightening again for a moment.

“What’s making the light?” I ask.

“I have skylights positioned along the way so I can see in the daytime, but at night I have to light the torches or move around in my cat and use my feline night vision.”

We finally come to an area that opens into a living room. It has a luxurious white sofa, some dark leather chairs, a coffee table, and a fireplace. Off to the side was a small dining table with four chairs and then a kitchen area.

“This is amazing, Draven. How did you get the furniture up here?”

“I had a sled that I’d put furniture and supplies on and then dragged everything up here using my panther. I had the rope in my mouth and a path no one else could see.”

The more I learn about my mate, the more I love him. He sees me shiver and walks to the fireplace to start a fire. It ignites quickly, and the room’s temperature immediately rises.

I know it’s finally time when he stands and turns to me. Draven takes my hand and leads me through another area on the other side of the fireplace. I didn’t even notice that the living room and bedroom share the fireplace. Bending down, I look through the opening into the room we just left.

“You’re a genius,” I say.

He snorts as he pulls the comforter down. “Don’t give me too much credit. It was easier to do it this way, only making one chimney that both rooms shared instead of two different ones.”

My breath catches in my throat when his warmth surrounds me from behind, and his arms band around my waist. My eyes slide closed, and I relax back against him. My body has gone from freezing to a desire-filled ache to a blazing, molten, torturous agony.

“God, please, Draven,” I beg.

He moves the hair from one shoulder, presses first his lips and then his teeth against my neck.

“This is where I will mark you, and then everyone will know you’re mine.”

I hum and nod my acceptance. My senses are already taking over everything. He spins me around and lifts me in his arms. He starts consuming me with his mouth, and his kisses grow more intense the longer they go on.

He finally lays me down and comes down beside me without losing contact with my lips. His hands caress my body. It feels like he’s trying to learn every dip and mound of me because he doesn’t leave an inch of skin bare with his strokes or kisses.

I gasp and arch when he starts to suck at my tits. At first, I think he will consume me, but I quickly beg for more.

“God, please, Draven.”

“I know, love. Let me see if you’re ready for me.”

“I am,” I cry. It felt like parts inside of me were fracturing apart, but the agony was expanding to a level that was very close to how the gunshot felt. I wondered if it was possible to die from this. Although if I had to deal with this pain for a long period of time, I’d rather be dead.

“This first time is going to be a little violent, and it could hurt you if I’m not careful.”

I have never had a mother around, and I have no sisters, so I have no idea what to expect. “I’m burning,” I mewl.

He kisses my chin as his fingers split my cunt open, and then he roughly shoves two fingers into me, and still, I beg for more. I know he’s watching my expression, but I don’t care. My body jerks when he lifts and rolls me, putting me on my stomach.

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