Page 52 of Framed and Forgotten
“I am never. Leaving. You. Again.” I swore, punctuating each word like I needed her to feel them down to her bones.
There was no protest when I lowered my lips to hers. Little by little, her ragged breathing calmed, her chest rising and falling to match the tempo of my own breath. She surrendered to the pull she couldn’t quite understand, letting go of all the reasons she had lined up in her head to keep me out.
The more she gave in, the more deliberate her actions became. Her restraint slowly faded away as she went from hating herself for wanting me, to fully committing to her sin. She met my mouth with fire, tongue clashing with mine in a feral dance for dominance. Every stroke said she rememberedsomething, even if not consciously.
That was the Avril I knew - the powerful alpha who always claimed what she wanted. Time and time again, I had enjoyed submitting to her, just to feel the satisfaction etched deep into my blood from having me at her mercy. Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t going to let her win this time.
I growled, forcing my tongue deeper into her mouth, taking her by surprise. My hands skated down her body and gripped her hips as I walked her backward, forcing her step by step until her back hit the nearest wall. Cornered, she instinctively tried to regain the upper hand. Her palms flew toward my chest, ready to push me back, to regain control.
Just like I had expected.
Before she could try anything, I broke our kiss, catching her wrists and pinned them above her head, grinding my body into hers so she felt the full weight of what she did to me. Her eyes widened at the unfamiliar yet undeniable comfort of being held beneath me. To ensure she wouldn't try and escape, my other hand wrapped around her throat - not to choke, but to claim.
To remind her that I knew her.
“Not today, my Queen,” I asserted, eyes darkening with lust as I stared back into her eyes, meeting her defiance. “This time, you’ll submit to your King.”
When I dove in again, she abruptly lifted her chin, dodging my lips. “I don’t submit to anyone,” she determined, feisty.
I chuckled. “To me, and only me, you do.”
When she struggled against my grasp, frustrated, I held her tighter. She was Alpha of the Ashen Wolves. A force to be reckoned with. If she really wanted to, she could shake me off. The fact that she didn’t proved she was listening.
And while I had her attention, I continued, “You like being in control, but you love it even more when you give it up to me.”
“I’m the only one youcansubmit to, and you like it,” I accused, spilling every truth she didn’t want to hear, because proving I knew her better than she knew herself was the only way I could find into her heart. “You like having the roles reversed. You crave not being the one in control. It’s freeing, isn’t it? Just for a moment, to let someone else call the shots.”
She didn’t dare answer me, but I knew I was right. I could hear it in her silence, see it in the way her body stiffened, smell it in the maddening scent of her arousal. This time, she accepted my kiss, but not without resistance. A snarl vibrated in her throat, but I swallowed it, kissing her deeper, harder, until she gasped into my mouth. I could feel her shock and realization when her body proved me right.
When she quit putting up a fight, tempted to test the veracity in my words, I let my claws come out to tear off her clothes. She stilled when my sharp talons grazed down her stomach, my middle finger slipping between her folds to probe her. Goddess, did I come close to losing my mind when I felt her arousal. She was so wet - so eager.
I didn’t bother fully unclothing, too desperate to have her, to show her how our bodies fit together perfectly. All I didwas unbuckle my pants, freeing my aching erection. Lowering them down along with my boxers, I stepped out of them unceremoniously. My hands dropped to her thighs immediately after, hauling her up, forcing her legs to wrap around my waist.
I didn’t even consider carrying her to the bed. The need to claim her surged within me, urgent and primal, and I made the decision - I would take her right here, against this wall.
With a single thrust, I plunged inside her.
“Ah!” Avril cried out, breaking the kiss between us.
The sudden intrusion forced her body to adjust, but I knew she could handle it. Her walls contracted around me, accepting, welcoming, and the sensation was nothing short of exquisite. I hadn’t meant to, but I remained still for a heartbeat, letting her catch her breath as I allowed myself to indulge in her warmth, her texture, her tightness.
When I was ready, I pulled out, only to fill her one more time, slower, savoring every inch of her. I set the pace, moving slowly, thrusting as deep as I could. She writhed against me, rocking her hips to try and gain speed, but I didn’t let her. I pressed my body harder against hers, restraining her movements, reminding her that she should just sit back and relax.
“Koen-” she panted my name like a curse and a prayer all at once.
And for a moment, it sounded as though nothing had changed.
“You’re mine, Avril,” I growled against her neck. “And I’m yours,” I declared, plunging in again, lingering inside her for a moment. “They can try to bewitch me, and you can try to forget. But right here-” I pressed my palm between her breasts, right over her racing heart. “We’ll always know we belong with each other.” Every time I felt it pulse, beating for me, my cock throbbed.
“There’s no fighting it.” Easing out of her, I thrusted in.
“No denying it.” Another thrust.
She ground against me helplessly, drowning in the friction we built between us. Her hands grabbed at me in despair, dragging me closer, fisting in my hair. Even her claws came out, raking down my back, ripping my shirt and tearing my skin.Claimingme. In that moment, I knew - submission didn’t look like weakness on her.
It looked like power.
Little by little, she started to fall apart. As I picked up the pace, my mouth mapped every inch of her skin, from the curve of her neck to the slope of her shoulder and back. My lips hovered at the spot where my teeth had once punctured her skin, marking her as mine, and I bit down just enough to remind her who I was.
