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She obeyed, finding a rhythm that I imagined made her breasts sway enticingly. My hands couldn't resist the call of her body. They wandered to her chest, fingertips rolling and plucking at tender nipples. Each touch elicited a soft gasp from her lips, encouraging me to explore further. One hand traveled upward, wrapping around her delicate neck, feeling the rapid pulse of her blood beneath the surface. The other sought the sweet spot between her thighs, pressing into the bundle of nerves that I knew would unravel her completely.

Her grip tightened around my wrists, her nails digging in—a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

"Damn, you feel amazing," I murmured, allowing the truth of my lust to lace the words. "All warm and wet, dripping down onto the floor... You're stunning, straddling me like this."

With deliberate care, I adjusted my hold on her neck, preparing to heighten her pleasure with just a hint of danger. "Ask me to bite you," I taunted, knowing full well she would argue. I craved her defiance… and making her succumb to my will.

Defiance flickered in her voice. "No," she breathed out, stubborn even now.

I halted the teasing circles on her clit, and her response was immediate. Her frustrated wail filled the room, a raw sound of need. She begged for release, her hips trying to grind down on me, seeking an orgasm I wouldn't allow her to have. I held her still, my strength easily overpowering her desperation. There, fully sheathed inside her, I kept her motionless, feeling her become more desperate and frantic.

"Please," she pleaded, her voice breaking with the intensity of her desire.

"Ask me properly," I demanded, my control hanging by a thread as I felt every quiver of her body around mine.

"You're being unreasonable." Ivy muttered as she tried to buck her hips.

"Unreasonable?" My voice dripped with mockery. "It's a simple request, little mouse. One that could end this sweet torment."

She growled at me, a feral sound that vibrated against my chest. "You're a jackass."

Her insults were music to my ears, igniting the primal part of me that yearned for dominance. Yet, even as she lashed out, it was the venom in her words that betrayed the heat of her desire.

Leaning closer, I let out a low growl of my own, my breath hot against the shell of her ear. "You're mine," I whispered, the possessiveness in my tone resonating with a truth that ran bone-deep. "I've bathed in the blood of those who dared touch what belongs to me."

Inwardly, I confessed to the darkness that wrapped around my soul like a shroud. I was obsessed with her. The thought of anyone else laying hands on her made my vision turn red. I wanted to rip the eyes out of anyone who gazed upon her, peel their flesh for daring to touch her skin, and rip their hearts out for daring to desire her. I'd ended lives for less. For her, I would raze empires to ash.

"Gods, that's... that's hot." Her admission came as a pant, her body language shifting from resistance to resignation… a sweet surrender that I was addicted to.

"Wanting is not asking, my little venomous mouse," I reminded her, my voice a velvet threat. "Beg me."

"Please... please fucking bite me so I can fucking come." The words spilled from her lips, an invocation ripe with desperation and need. "There are you fucking happy?"

"More than you know." With a feral growl, I tightened my grip on her slender neck, stealing some of her precious air. My thumb found her swollen nub, circling with relentless intent. The sharp edge of my fangs pierced the delicate skin of her shoulder, drawing forth the sweet copper tang of blood.

Her body exploded beneath me, waves crashing over her as she surrendered to the ecstasy. The warmth of her release splashed over my hand, coating us both. I fucking loved it.

The world narrowed to the pulsing beat of her heart under my teeth, and the rhythmic clenching around my cock. I surrendered to the primitive urge, driving into her with an intensity that matched the ferocity of my obsession. The hot rush of release shot through me, and I groaned, a primal sound echoing in the room.

Carefully, I hoisted us both up, her soft, limp form draped over mine as I pulled her back onto the bed. The warmth of her still held my cock, and I refused to sever the intimate connection. It was illogical, this desire to keep my essence within her. The curse of my kind laughed at the notion of progeny. Yet, I craved it with every fiber of my damned existence.

Laying her down, I hovered above, continuing to move in languid strokes. It became a compulsion to coax every last drop from myself into her womb. My mind wandered, painting sinful images of a future that could never be… Her body swollen with new life, carrying a legacy born of shadow, blood, and damnation.

Her breathing evened out, and her eyelids fluttered shut. Even in her slumber, she drew me deeper, her warmth a siren call I couldn't resist. I lapped at the blood still trickling from the punctures in her skin, the taste of iron and spice igniting another hunger.

With deliberate movements, I began again, each thrust sending me deeper into obsession. Her unconscious moans were like a drug, even more addictive than her blood, spurring me on as I chased another release. And when it came, it was a cascade of possession. I'd marked her inside and out. And yet, it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

I stilled, holding myself deep within her, ensuring not a single drop escaped. A sense of possession, fierce and unyielding, washed over me. She was mine, now and for all the eternities stretched before us.

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CHAPTER 7

IVY

The wall screens no longer displayed a night view of a bustling city. It showed the documents I'd examined the night before, casting a soft glow over the room. I stirred, gradually becoming aware of the strong cool arms wrapped around me. As reality seeped in, I blinked, trying to make sense of the situation.

I had slept with Kael Dusken… The very vampire I'd been investigating for years. He was dangerous, a blood slaver mafia boss, and yet, I couldn't bring myself to regret what had happened between us. If anything, it felt… right. Satisfying, even.

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