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Part : 7
Tittle : The weather and the agony within the room...
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Quote : He did something to her that now, even her shadow scares her and she keeps the lights low...
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His head turned back slowly, deliberately, his gaze lifting to hers. The red in his eyes burned with a furious intensity, like molten embers. His jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his neck corded, and he worried his inner cheek with a sharp flick of his tongue. Wrong move, darling...
His hands shot out, seizing her wrists in a vise-like grip. The inhuman strength in his hold was agonizing; her bones felt as though they might shatter under the pressure. A strangled cry for mercy escaped her lips, a desperate plea against the searing pain.
He continued to grip her wrists above her head with one hand, effectively pinning her against the mirror, while his other hand remained clamped on her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as if trying to crush her.
He smashed his lips against hers once more, a brutal, punishing kiss that offered no tenderness. When she continued to struggle, turning her head away in a futile attempt to escape his unwanted advances, he trailed his harsh kisses down her neck, leaving a burning trail in their wake. Each press of his lips was a painful reminder of his dominance, a terrifying display of his unchecked rage.
Tears streamed down her face as she begged him to stop, her voice choked with fear. But her pleas seemed only to fuel the dark fire in his eyes. He used his supernatural dominance, his will overriding her own, to claim her neck once more.
His sharp teeth grazed her skin with each possessive bite, a searing pain that made her whimper. Though her skin didn't bleed yet, she could feel the terrifying pressure, the razor-like edges threatening to break the surface.
Abruptly, he released her wrists, but the momentary relief was short-lived.
He scooped her up with brutal force and hurled her onto the bed. She scrambled backward, desperate to put distance between them, crawling away as fast as she could. But he was too quick. He lunged, grabbing her ankle and yanking her back down onto the soft mattress. He then straddled her legs, effectively pinning her lower body, her struggles rendered useless.
With a guttural snarl, his claw-like hands tore at her trousers, ripping the fabric away with terrifying ease. He reached into a side drawer and pulled out a pair of cold, metallic handcuffs. With a swift motion, he cuffed her hands together behind his neck.
Then, with a cruel smirk, he unclipped her bra, leaving her completely exposed beneath his intense, burning gaze. Her body trembled uncontrollably, slick with sweat and tears, as she continued to plead, her voice a broken whisper. "Please… please don't…"
A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound laced with dark frustration. "It could have been easier," he snarled, his voice rough and devoid of any tenderness. "You could have just let me… gently. But now…"
He lowered his head, his mouth latching onto one of her breasts. His lips closed around the delicate flesh, his tongue flicking roughly over her nipple before he began to suckle with a fierce intensity. Simultaneously, his hand tightened painfully on her other breast, squeezing and kneading with brutal force.
A sharp, agonizing cry tore from her throat as he bit down on her nipple, the sharp sting piercing through her. The sucking and biting continued relentlessly, each tug and graze sending waves of excruciating pain through her. Her handcuffed hands were useless, trapped above her head, offering no means of escape or defense. All she could do was scream, her desperate cries echoing in the vast room, a testament to his cruel dominance.
Each rough press of his thumb against her most sensitive spot sent a jolt of pain and violation through her, causing her to flinch violently. Ignoring her distress, he slid his middle finger inside her, the invasion causing another sharp cry to escape her lips. His other hand, still free, fumbled with the buttons of his own shirt, tearing them open in his haste.
His breath hitched in ragged, guttural growls, the sounds of a creature far removed from the charming facade he had presented. His eyes, now blazing with an unrestrained, blooded crimson light, were fixed solely on her, a terrifying intensity in their depths.
"Please… stop… it's hurting…" she sobbed, her voice a broken whisper, tears streaming down her face. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. He ignored her cries, his expression a mask of dark obsession. He forced another finger inside her, widening the painful intrusion, preparing the way for his own entry.
He moved his fingers in and out, a brutal, invasive rhythm, stretching her, acclimating to the tight confines of her body, his actions devoid of any gentleness or care.
He continued the brutal rhythm, three fingers now invading her body, moving in and out with increasing speed and force. Each thrust was a painful violation, stretching her beyond her limits.
Finally, he withdrew his hand, his gaze fixed on the bloody slickness coating his fingers. He brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, a primal satisfaction in the scent of her fearful blood and the slick evidence of his intrusion.
He then shifted, straddling her thighs, his weight a suffocating pressure that effectively pinned her legs. With a rough, impatient movement, he unbuckled his belt and yanked down his trousers, revealing his engorged member.
Ignoring her choked sobs and terrified gaze, he forcefully spread her legs wider, positioning himself at her entrance. Without a word of warning, he thrust himself inside her, the brutal invasion tearing through her with excruciating pain, eliciting a raw, heart-wrenching scream.
Her screams tore through the castle's oppressive silence, each cry a raw testament to the agonizing violation. He continued his brutal assault, thrusting into her with relentless force and speed, a dark, possessive energy driving his movements.
Outside, the heavens mirrored the scene of torment unfolding within. Rain began to lash against the castle's ancient stones, each drop seeming to weep in accompaniment to her cries. The wind howled like a tormented beast, and thunder roared, a violent symphony echoing his fury.
With each brutal thrust, the pain intensified, a searing agony that threatened to consume her. Her small body bucked and convulsed beneath him, her desperate pleas fading into whimpers. Finally, overwhelmed by the unbearable torment, her eyelids fluttered closed, and she slipped into the oblivion of unconsciousness, a fragile escape from the brutal reality of his violation.
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[ Note - No words, guys... I don't fucking know where my brain is... Well the next part is out too...]
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