Page 8 of Shattered Veil
He carries me towards the bed without breaking eye contact—laying me down gently before climbing on top of me again. I feel his fingers undo my buttons, then cool air hits my bare skin.
In this moment, I make my mind blank. No thinking, just sensations.
My body is one step ahead of my thoughts, responding to his touch despite my anger and disgust. I find myself melting into him, my hands reaching up again to tangle in his hair as I kiss him back with a passion that surprises even me.
Marius wastes no time, his hands wandering over my body with a hunger that matches my own.
“You can’t deny what’s between us, Brigid,” he says, ripping off the rest of my clothes with a savage intensity that leaves me feeling exposed and vulnerable.“Admit it. You want me just as much as I want you.”
I want to deny it, to push him away and tell him to leave. But I can’t. The truth is written all over my face, in the way my body responds to his touch, in the way my heart races whenever he’s near.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.“Yes, I want you.”
Marius smiles, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
“Good,” he says, his voice low.“Because I’m not letting you go. Not now, not ever.”
His words send a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through me, a cocktail of emotions that leaves me dizzy and disoriented. I know I should be scared, that I should run away as fast as I can. But I can’t. I’m drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
And as he claims me, I realize that I’ve made my choice. I’m his, whether or not I want to be. I can feel the truth of it. It’s not anything rational, or anything I can explain. It justis.
Marius’s touch is electrifying, igniting a fire beneath my skin that I can’t ignore. His hands roam my body, exploring every curve and contour, as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of me. I gasp as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh.
“Marius,” I moan.
He looks up at me, his eyes pools of darkness that seem to see straight into my soul.
“Yes, Brigid?” he asks, his voice seductive.
“Please,” I beg, my voice thick with need.
His fingers trace a path down my stomach and into the wetness between my legs, then he pushes two fingers inside me, swiftly and fully.
“You’re mine, Brigid,” he growls, his fingers moving inside me with a skill that make me shake with pleasure.“Say it.”
I resist his demand.“No.”
His fingers keep thrusting with a deliberate rhythm that drives me wild.
“I can make you scream my name,” he whispers in my ear.“I can make you beg for more.” His free hand reaches up to take hold of my hair as he pulls my head back roughly.“Say it.”
Another thrust of his fingers deep inside me makes me gasp again. My body betraying my mind as I cry out involuntarily.
He smiles cruelly before capturing my lips in another bruising kiss while continuing his relentless assault on my senses with his skilled hands between my legs - driving me closer toward an edge I both crave yet fearfully anticipate falling over at any moment now.
“Marius,” I pant, my body trembling with need.
His lips curl into a knowing smile as he adds a third finger, stretching me further, filling me up in a way that makes me feel both owned and possessed by him.
“That’s right, Brigid,” he murmurs against my lips.“You’re mine.”
My hips buck against his hand, desperate for more.
But Marius isn’t finished yet. He starts to move his fingers faster, building a rhythm that has me clawing at his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his skin.
“Please,” I beg again, my voice barely above a whisper.
Marius shakes his head, his eyes glinting with a cruel satisfaction.“Not yet,” he says, his voice low and commanding
