Page 1 of His Dark Cravings

Prologue

Xavier

The biting sting of leather against skin. Lila’s breath, ragged and hot against my ear. The clink of chains. My dungeon, a playground of sensation, each element meticulously crafted, a reflection of my desires, my… needs. Ropes bind her wrists above her head, which is tipped back, showcasing the elegant curve of her throat. The light glints off the diamond studs in her nipples, accenting the rise and fall of her chest. Every detail, from the plush velvet lining the walls to the polished steel restraints, speaks of a refined taste for… pleasure. And pain.

Lila arches, a feral gleam in her emerald eyes. “Harder,” she whispers, her voice a throaty purr.

“Patience, pet.”

I tighten the restraints, a fraction of an inch. Just enough. The rope bites deeper into her flesh. Her hiss, a mixture of pain and arousal, is predictable. Boring, even. I’ve seen it all before. Felt it all before. Lila, with her firecracker spirit, is just another flicker in the endless night.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you, Xavier?”

Her words, strained through gritted teeth, amuse me. Clever is an understatement.

“Clever enough to know exactly what you want, little doll.” I trail a finger down her sternum, stopping just above the waistband of her leather panties. The material is soft against my calloused fingertips.

“You don’t know anything about me.” She thrashes against the restraints, her defiance a performance. An act.

I chuckle, a low rumble in my chest. “I know you crave this. The pain. The surrender.”

“Maybe,” she breathes, her gaze locked on mine. There's a challenge there. One I readily accept.

I lean closer, inhaling the scent of her arousal. “Maybe?” I repeat, my voice laced with amusement. “There’s no ‘maybe’ in my world, Lila.”

The whip cracks, a sharp report that echoes through the dungeon. Lila cries out, her body convulsing against the restraints. The marks bloom on her skin, dark red against her pale flesh. Beautiful. A masterpiece of control. But the satisfaction is fleeting, a ghost of what it once was.

"You think you know me, Xavier?" she taunts, her voice strained as she struggles against the ropes. "You don't own me."

I step closer, my breath ghosting over her neck. "Oh but I do, Lila. I own you, body and soul."

Her laugh is bitter, a mockery. "You wish."

I run my fingers along her collarbone, a gentle touch that contrasts the harsh bite of the restraints. "Do I?"

She shivers, a delicate tremor that betrays her bravado. "You think this is it, Xavier? You think you can control me with your ropes and your toys?"

I smile, a slow, dangerous curve of my lips. "I know I can."

My fingers find the waistband of her panties again, sliding beneath the fabric this time. She's wet, her arousal a silent admission of my power. I stroke her gently, my touch featherlight, and she bucks against my hand, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"You like that, don't you, Lila?" I whisper, my mouth against her ear. "You like being at my mercy."

"Fuck you, Xavier," she breathes, her eyes closing as I continue my slow, relentless torture.

I chuckle, my free hand tightening around the whip. "Oh, you want to fuck? First..."

I slip a finger inside her, relishing the tight heat of her body. She's ready, her hips moving in rhythm with my hand. I add another finger, stretching her, filling her. Her breath comes in short gasps, her body arching toward me.

"Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse. "I need—"

"You need what, Lila?" I ask, my voice a low purr. "Tell me what you need."

"You," she breathes, her eyes fluttering open. "I need you inside me."

I smile, a wolfish grin, and step back, my fingers slipping from her body. "As you wish."

I move behind her, my hands sliding over her hips. I tear down her panties, exposing her, making her vulnerable. She's mine to take, and I savor the moment, the anticipation. My cock teases her entrance, the tip slick with anticipation.

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