Soraya’s red hair flew behind her as she felt her body hit the soft mattress heavily. She jerked her head to the right, making it move away from her sight and glowered at Dane. However, she only got a sadistic grin. “Don’t push me like that, Dane, I almost sprained my bloody neck!” she complained and attempted to sit up, only to be pushed down again.
Dane smirked down at her narrowed eyes, quivering lips and shaking body as he climbed over her. He took in everything and savoured it. “I like seeing you like this,” he whispered, almost as if it were to himself, and rested his hands on her either side of her head.
She frowned after noticing that he was now straddling her where her mid thighs were and leaning over her at her eye-level. She tried to move out of this little cage he had entrapped her in with his body. “You like seeing me scared to death of you?” she demanded and look fiercely at him.
He chuckled deep in his throat before he grabbed the back of her neck towards him. “It makes me feel good, so yeah,” he said in a velvety voice, tickling the skin of her left ear. His lips moved towards it and started nibbling gently. Feeling her squirm in protest, he pushed her into the mattress. “Don’t fight me,” he growled and nipped the skin on her scarred neck.
She fought urge to shiver, but to no avail. The shivers slithered into the back of her spine and spread throughout her body, leaving an eruption of butterflies in her stomach. She didn’t like what he was doing to her. Her physical feelings were betraying the state of her mental and emotional being. “I...” she gasped, and to her further disappointment, she moaned when he licked the mark.
“Don’t you feel better after giving in to me?” he asked smugly in between trailing kisses down her jaw. When he got to her neck his kisses grew urgent. He sucked and nipped the skin between his teeth.
Soraya tried to come back to reality, however, the mark on her neck was buzzing, like a washing machine, making her mind fall into a pit of dizziness. She felt his tough lap at her mark again and she arched her back into his body, moaning in pleasure.
Her reactions pleased Dane and he sighed in content as he crashed his lips to hers. His urgent kisses grew harder, more passionate and demanding when she didn’t open her mouth to deepen them. A growl emanated from deep within him when he felt her nails digging into his back.
She could hear a very small voice in the back of her mind calling out to her, telling her to stop what she was doing, telling her to make him stop. But she didn’t. The voice of reason was thrown out of her mind like a piece of used tissue paper. Something tingled inside her and made her body hot and bothered. Feeling his the muscles on his body ripple underneath her roaming palms, she pulled him closer.
Dane didn’t waste any more time and ripped open the front of her shirt, sending buttons soaring through the air like bullets, just like the bullets of pleasure that were bombarding him. He grounded his lower body against hers, earning a noise that was between a moan and a whimper. “Soraya,” he moaned, repeating his move again.
She felt her core throb in her heat, losing control even more and her hands moved on their own accord. They began pulled at his shirt, her eyes that were swimming in blind bliss pleading and urging him to take it off. She watched him do so and in a flourish of colours, so were her own trousers.
Everything was happening so fast. She was in a spell. On a path so dangerous that she forgot what she was letting him do to her. Already, he had won.
Or had he?
Dane took in the sight that lay beneath him; his sadistic and animalistic urges came out along with his canines. She flight of shock ad awe upon her face made him growl into the night, the room echoing slightly. Her hands could feel his chest rumble and she cowered away. Finally some part of the wall of desire within her cracked.
And there it was again, that little, very faint voice at the back of her mind. It called out for her to wake up out of this reverie, to break out from his unwanted embrace and protect herself.
He ripped out of her his jeans, his black briefs on show for her to glimpse before they too disappeared. “I can’t wait anymore,” he growled, moving down to kiss her again.
She watched him for a moment, panting and saw how big he was. Her eyes widened. “W – What the...?” she asked nobody in particular. She wasn’t a virgin, but she was scared he would hurt her.
The voice of reasoning came back, making her frown in confusion. Get away from him! It warned.
He moved his mouth near her entrance, bit the thin strap of her knickers with his teeth – earning a moan – and peeled it all the way down to her ankles.
She squeezed her legs close together. Her face turned into the colour of a beetroot and her breath quickened with anticipation, panic and dread. “Don’t,” she huffed, but silently wished for more.
Dane gently blew over her sex, earning a squeal and chuckled. He moved over to her eye-level and kissed her again, albeit violently and ruthlessly. His member poked her lower body and she rubbed himself in circles. “Beg me,” he ordered coldly into her mouth.
Her eyes widened suddenly and the reality crashed landed like a helicopter losing control. It crumbled the lust she had felt for him only moments ago. She was fighting for mental stability; what was she doing? It felt so good and yet so wrong. He licked her mark again, leaving the scar to tingle and sending another pang of pleasure down to her core. “Dane ... d – don’t,” she whined when he grounded into her again. To her embarrassment, she felt herself moisten.
“I said, beg me,” he ordered, and this time into her ear. “C’mon, I know you want me to.” He smiled into her eyes smugly, dancing in lust. His face lost the smile to some extent and grew predatory. “Say it.”
She shook her head and refused to obey his command. And yet her arms dug more into his back. “No,” she gasped, contradicting her actions.
“Your body is telling me something else,” he teased. His hands were busy undoing the clasp from behind her as he said this and she arched her back into his chest. Just when he thought he could take it no more, the phone rang loudly next to the bedside table. He ignored it and went in for the kill.
He entered her with one quick motion, strong and hard. Hearing a painful gasp from his Mate mercilessly. He wasn't being as gentle or considerate towards her anymore, in fact, it was turning him on because felt in control and he rejoiced. He wanted to make her his, and now she was.
She was feeling the forceful pain of him being inside of her and stretching her more than what she could take, it was too much. The raw thrusts he was giving her made her squirm under him, making him groan in pleasure in contrary.
“No,” she gasped. “It hurts t – to much!” She tried pushing him away but he was too strong. Her heart quickened, but this time in fear. “Please!” She watched him confusingly, as if in a haze, but was captured in a hard kiss, silencing her pleas. She felt him move over her, his hands cupping her breasts and kneading them, wanting her desperately. The spell of infatuation had pulled her back in.
He left her mouth and gently bit onto her left nipple, hardening them both in reaction. Listening to the phone ring again and again, his mouth claimed the bud into his mouth, in protest, wishing for the mechanism to willingly implode. But of course it did not.
She felt him move faster than before and felt the heat grow within her body. But something didn’t feel right now. This forceful behaviour of his was making the blissful feeling of the desires break and disintegrate finally. A cry of soreness mingled with her whining and panting. He’d pushed his entire length inside her now, making her back arch in a silent cries of objection. “You fucking bastard,” she said through tears. “I hate you.”
He groaned in pleasure as he continually pushed himself in and out of her body, feeling himself climax and pulled her to himself possessively. Soon, his body shook and quivered and he came into her. “You’re mine,” he growled wickedly, and his eyes flashed red. He licked the scarred Mark and breathed into her neck, resting. “I finally made you mine.”
She laughed a little. “I don’t think so.”
His body grew stiff and so did something else that was still inside of her. Feeling the second wave of pleasure overcome him, he circled his hips around and made her writhe against him. “Like I said before in the day, I love seeing you squirm,” he simpered, and grounded against her.
“I –” she panted, “will never forgive you ... for this.” She felt him pump fasted like a wild animal, taking her other nipple into his left hand fingers and pinching it. A gasp left her mouth against her will and the feeling of being entranced vanished. Reality stared back into her face like water being thrown over her, waking her up from her desires.
“Fuck forgiveness,” he panted, as he stared down into her squinted eyes. “Now, tell me you’re mine.”
“Never,” she gasped and felt him go roughly into her.
“Tell me you’re mine!” he growled, his canine teeth elongated threateningly.
“No,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. Suddenly, she felt him stop moving. When she opened her tearing eyes, he was watching her with such coldness that she thought her body would freeze.
He suddenly got off of her, leaving on the bed, naked. “I’ll have your heart, too, one day.” His word of warning was full of possessiveness. “Just like I took your body tonight, Mate,” he added with a grin.
Her body didn’t move. She felt horrible. How easily I just gave in to my bodily desires, for him of all people, she thought numbly. What am I, an animal? Anger rose into her. No, he is the real animal. He claimed my body, made my see stars where there are none and ... made did these unwanted things to me. She cried silently and pulled the bed sheets over her violated body.
Dane sighed and moved towards again. “Soraya, babe, don’t be like that,” he coaxed in a calm voice. “Even though I admit that I love to see you cry...” And with that, he turned around to grab a fresh towel from the closet before disappearing behind a white door. It didn’t long for the sound of a showering being turned on.
Soraya felt numb and was quiet. Although her thoughts kept coming in and in, making her feeling worse, dirtier and used. It felt like only five minutes until she saw her culprit walk back out. She sent him a look of utmost loathing and sat up, clutched the sheets to herself silently and looked down. A frown featured her faced; there was no way she could feel the same again, be the same again. “You raped me,” she said quietly.
His blonde hair was a good two shades darker, dripping with water as was his lower body. A white towel wrapped around his hips. “Don’t fucking play games with me, Soraya, you wanted it as much as I wanted you,” he argued coolly. “You’re my Mate; I have the right to touch you.”
“B – But, this thing, this Mark?” she asked confused. “When you lick it ... I feel things. And I don’t want to! It’s like I can’t control it! What did you do to me?!” Her hands were balled up into fists against her rising chest and her tears running down her face.
He sauntered over to the side of the bed, sat down and turned her to face him. “It’s a sign that you’re mine,” he explained. “It links you to me, my body. Whenever –” He paused to lick it again, firmly and slowly, watching her knowingly.
She struggled to breathe evenly and drew in a shaky breath, feeling as if his tongue itself were stroking her sex. In response to her betraying feelings, she clenched her inner thighs to stop this new wave of sexual pleasure.
“–I touch it–” he continued without looking away and licked again, harder this time.
This time it felt as if an invisible finger probed her clitoris and she threw back her hand. “S – Stop...” she begged weakly. She scrunched up the sheets between her hands with such force that her knuckles turned white.
He licked again. “–Your pleasure–” And then again, and he knew it was driving her wild. Soon, the sheets fell away from her heaving breasts; the nipples hardened when they met the cool air. He watched her whine subconsciously felt him harden.
“Oh God!” she whined.
So he licked her Mark again, this time bitten it gently. He licked one last time and saw her shake and then slump with a final gasp. “Intensifies to maximum pleasure,” he finished whispering into her ear and nipped it.