Page 77 of Black Castle

“Take off my belt.”

His voice is a dark thread wrapping around her, pulling tight. She shudders, her breath catching in her throat as her gaze flickers to the gleaming buckle at his waist.

Her fingers twitch at her sides, hesitating, uncertainty warring with something deeper—something dangerous and consuming.

“Now.”

The word lashes across her skin like a strike of thunder, and she moves without thinking, her hands lifting, hovering. Her fingertips brush the cool metal of the buckle, but she fumbles, her touch unsteady, slipping once—twice—before she manages to hook it properly. The faint clink of metal fills the charged silence, each sound amplified by the erratic beat of her heart.

Zev watches her struggle, his amusement sharp and heavy, like a predator watching its prey inch closer to the trap. His hands remain at his sides, unmoving, as if testing her resolve. The heat of his body radiates against her face, the scent of his skin—smoke, leather, and something unmistakably male—invading her senses, making her head light.

The belt finally slides free, the leather whispering against the fabric as it drops, leaving his slacks hanging loose around his hips. A single breathless second passes before she withdraws her hands, tucking them against her thighs as if she’s unsure what she’s just unleashed.

“You’re not finished yet.”

Her eyes flick up to his, wide, questioning.

“Take out my cock, ladybird.”

A sharp inhale. Her lips part, trembling as her pupils dilate, shock and hunger tangled in their depths. He sees it, the flicker of something untamed, something she might not even recognize within herself.

She swallows hard, her hands lifting again, this time with a raw, trembling obedience.

A powerful jolt zaps through his veins the very moment her warm hand brushes against his pulsating cock. His eyes squeeze shut, chest tightening, and the muscles in his tapered jaw tic.

“Do you know what you are going to do?” he asks, his voice raspy and strained, as she pulls out his cock, now clearly as hard as a rock, pulsing with veins, dripping with pre-cum.

She stares with a gaping mouth at his size, and a cocktail of emotions leap into her bright eyes. There’s shock, disbelief, uncertainty…and lust.

Her eyes flicker to him. And she can almost see the words sitting on her tongue. But she just stares, waiting for his command.

“I want you to know that tonight is all about you.” He strokes her quivering chin, while his free hand lazily strokes his cock.

She gulps, her eyes flickering to his hand that’s fisted around his length when he teases her lips with the tip.

Her mouth parts, but he pulls away. “No, not that.”

He proceeds to climb onto the bed, a creak of solid wood piercing through the room.

He hovers over her and she pushes her legs from under her knees, lowering on her back.

“Do you know what’s about to happen?” He places a finger on her knee, and with little to no effort, pushes the knees apart from the other.

“Ever since I caught a whiff of you, ever since I realized the only reason I have been trapped lately is you, my sole purpose was to haunt you down, find you, and ruin you.” His voice is a slow drag of heat against her skin, dark and possessive, his words curling around her like a chain. “And somehow, you brought yours to my doorstep. And the journey towards your destruction came too quickly. You know why?” He raises a brow, the pad of his finger brushing over her left nipple. “It starts tonight.”

A whimper escapes her parted lips, her brows pinch together as she fights a moan when drags the tip of his cock along her slick fold, teasing, tormenting as the length pulses in his palm. “I’m gonna fuck this pussy so hard, ladybird. I’m gonna ruin it for any other man.”

He pushes just half an inch inside her desperate cunt, and the sensation—hot and unyielding—rips a loud gasp from her throat, her body arching involuntarily as a shudder racks through her.

His lips ghost over her ear, his breath molten. “You’re going to take my cock like the good girl you’re meant to be.”

“I—I can’t,” she stammers, her voice a breathless tremor, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her as he pushes deeper into her tight pussy.

Her thighs quiver, instinct warring with inevitability. She’s stretched too tight, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him pressing at her entrance.

Zev hums, amused. “You can. And if you can’t, you’re gonna have to learn, until you can adjust to me, until you can take all of me.”

He grips her wrists, pinning them above her head. And then, slowly, deliberately, he pushes inside, inch by inch, forcing her body to yield, to mold around him, to accept him. To become one with him.

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