me in knots over him, and for the first time in a long while, I want to put myself and my needs above the others’ around me, above my people’s, and above the rebellion’s. Is it too much to ask what Ella wants for once? My internal battle rages within me, and it must show on my face, since Bravik narrows his gaze.
“Perhaps you’re not as immune as I originally thought.” He shifts above me, creating a delicious friction between our bodies. My nipples tighten into tiny buds, my breaths quicken, and my lower region clenches at the feel of his hard cock pressed against my clit. “I believe it’s time to test your ability to resist me.”
“What will happen if I can’t?” I ask. “Will you drain me?”
“If I take from you, it won’t be more than you can handle. And that is something I really want to discover.”
I frown at the ambiguous response. “And if I can resist you? Then what?”
He smirks at me, and I almost groan from the sensuality of it. “Then…,” he says, “I will have to try harder.”
Ella
Just like Bravik stole me away without my permission, he does the same now by stealing a kiss. With his lips on mine, I am of two minds. The first one sees this is a distraction, and the other agrees but wants this distraction desperately. Which is why I open for him, ready for the invasion of his tongue. Bravik takes what I’m offering and then some. His kisses are rough, almost ravenous in the way he devours me, but my hunger matches his, so I show him the same aggression, giving like for like.
Much to my surprise, he pulls back, breaking the connection. He releases my hands and brings his to my face, sweeping his thumb across my bottom lip, followed by the top. “These are pink and swollen for me, because of me. I want to see your cunt like this as well.”
I gasp at his words, and he dips his finger into my mouth, lightly scraping the pad across my teeth. He groans in his throat when I swirl my tongue around his thumb and then suck on it. Hard. His hips jerk, an almost involuntary motion, causing his cock to grind into the apex of my thighs. I moan around his finger at the pressure against my clit, briefly closing my eyes.
Allure or not, I’m firmly trapped in his web of desire.
“How do you feel?” he rasps. “Weakened?”
I shake my head and peer up at him with a mischievous grin right before I bite his finger. It’s not enough to break the skin, but it gets his attention. All of it.
Something almost violent flashes in his gaze. “One way or another, Ella, you will end up weakened. Whether it will be from my allure or from my cock, I cannot say.”
He removes his finger from my mouth and takes my lips prisoner, conquering them again and again. Each second that passes drags me further into the tangled threads of passion, keeping me from straying. I wrap one arm around his neck and use my free hand to grip the base of his horn, surprised by how smooth and warm it is. Bravik thrusts against me so hard when I do I forget about marveling over the texture and cling to him.
He brings his lips to my ear, and his ragged, hot breaths skim the side of my neck. “Do it again.”
I raise my hand from behind his neck to grip the other horn, and Bravik growls so deep in his throat that the vibrations transfer to my nipples. My eyes slide closed as he nips at my throat and works his way down my torso, my anticipation growing with every inch he covers. I keep my hold on him, periodically running the tips of my fingers along his horns, and he grinds into me once again. The need he has for me is prevalent, the ravenous energy fueling his every movement, his every touch.
He inhales a shuddering breath as though trying to maintain his self-control. “If I weren’t worried for your safety, I’d be in your cunt right now, stretching it to take my cock until your tiny human body was filled and fisting me, begging for release.”
The air in my lungs deserts me, making it difficult to breathe. However, I inhale sharply when he pinches my nipple and rolls it between his thumb and index finger. Heat, due to his touch, blooms