A soft moa* escaped her lips, a tremor running through her body. Kennard’s touch, the damp heat of his breath on her skin, ignited a fire she couldn’t extinguish. Her resistance melted away, replaced by a strange yearning that pulsed beneath her skin. This surrender, both terrifying and exhilarating, was beyond her control.
Mesmerized by Kennard, Elena couldn’t fathom his next move. A smirk played on his lips as he hooked his fingers beneath the precarious hem of her chemise and tugged it down in one swift motion. The flimsy fabric landed with a soft thud, jolting Elena from her daze. Mortification flooded her – she was exposed, with no chance to shield herself.
Before she could react, Kennard scooped her effortlessly into his arms. A startled gasp escaped her lips as “Your Grace!” tumbled out. Still reeling from the suddenness of it all, she could only swallow, torn between hiding her face and body.
Kennard wasted no time, reaching the bed in a few powerful strides. He gently lowered her onto the luxurious fur, the softness an enticing contrast to the turmoil within her. Uncertainty gnawed at her. What did he have planned? When would this mortifying ordeal end?
“Do you have enough time to think of something else?” Kennard’s voice rumbled above her as he climbed onto the bed, his gaze pinning her down.
Elena’s cheeks burned. “N-no, of course not,” she stammered, a weak attempt to deny her disorientation. Instinctively, she reached for the fur, but Kennard’s hand clamped onto her wrist, halting her movement.
“After all that effort to undress you, and now you want to cover up again?” he questioned, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Elena opened her mouth to voice her mortification, then thought better of it.
Kennard sank to his knees, his legs flanking her spread form. Elena’s breath hitched at the sight.
He was massive. No, monumental. No single hand could encompass his length, which rivaled a child’s forearm. A deep red flush pulsed beneath the taut skin, veins rippling like angry serpents. It jutted towards her, rigid and predatory, a glistening bead of pre-come tracing a slow path down his shaft, landing a taunting inch below her navel.
Elena flinched, mesmerized and terrified. “Is that…really supposed to go inside me?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The thought, once abstract, now materialized in front of her, its immensity a physical blow. How could something so…alien be part of a human body?
Kennard, captivated by her wide-eyed daze, cupped her intimately. The audacity jolted her back to reality. Here she was, legs splayed, vulnerable. Shame flushed through her.
“Not there, please,” she pleaded, twisting away.
But Kennard was relentless. He loomed over her, his hand finding its way to her bre*st. “There’s no ‘not there’ tonight, Elena. I want to see all of you, have all of you.” His fingers tightened around her n*pple, a cruel pinch that sent shivers down her spine.
He maneuvered himself closer, effectively caging her between his body and the bed. Any attempt to close her legs was met with the immovable weight of him. Trapped, overwhelmed, a cocktail of shame and confusion churned in Elena’s stomach.
Kennard’s palm gently stroked her lower body, already slick with moisture. “So wet already.” His fingers teased her entrance, spreading it open with a soft, wet sound that echoed with each touch. Fire ignited within Elena. Heat flooded her body, and she instinctively writhed against the unfamiliar sensations.
A muffled moa* escaped her lips as Kennard leaned over, capturing her bre*st in his mouth. He mimicked the way their tongues had danced earlier, rolling her n*pple between his lips and tormenting it with the tip of his tongue. A sharp nip sent a jolt through her.
“No!” she moa*ed, digging her nails into Kennard’s rock-hard shoulders. The hand that had been stroking her faltered, then a firm pressure replaced the gentle touch.
A gasp escaped Elena as something hard and rough invaded her. Pain and tremors washed over her, leaving her mind a blur. “Relax,” Kennard murmured. But her body clenched involuntarily, a frown creasing her forehead.
The intrusion withdrew slightly, then returned, gently probing her inner walls. A low growl rumbled from Kennard’s chest. “So tight,” he muttered, “even with just one finger. But so hot and soft…”
