Kennard’s hot breath danced on her chest. His touch was relentless, a combination of caressing, sucking, and a constant exploration below.
“This will connect us,” he murmured, his voice husky against her ear.
Elena’s back arched as his fingers ventured inside. A strange, unfamiliar sensation flooded her. “Do something,” she gasped, burying her face in his hair. “Please, Your Grace… I…” A choked sob escaped her lips.
“Just a little longer, love,” he rumbled, his voice laced with frustration. “It won’t work like this.” He pulled back slightly, pressing a firm kiss to her lips.
Their tongues met in a heated tangle, a silent battle of dominance as his saliva flooded her senses. A low moan, almost a scream, vibrated through her.
She felt the pressure ease inside briefly, only to return with a new intensity. Two fingers now explored her depths, sending shivers down her spine.
Overwhelmed, Elena turned her head away. Her core pulsed with a delicious agony, her thoughts lost in the maelstrom of sensations. His touch inside seemed to widen, pushing boundaries, leaving her breathless under his demanding kiss.
“A little more… damn it! This wait is driving me crazy. I need to be inside you.”
He nipped playfully at her jaw, then trailed kisses down her neck, lingering at the sensitive skin around her collarbone and shoulder line. As his fingers retreated, something else brushed against her. A primal fear flared in Elena’s gut.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
Kennard froze, his heated gaze locking with hers. He slowly rose until they were eye-to-eye.
“Scared?” he echoed softly, stroking a soothing circle on her cheek.
Elena offered a hesitant nod. He met her lips with a gentle kiss, a whisper of reassurance against the rising tide of her panic. Their breaths mingled as they kissed, soft explorations that turned fervent as he settled his full weight on top of her. Sweat slicked their bodies, a heated adhesive binding them together.
Her bre*sts, straining against her thin clothing, were pressed flat against his chest, threatening to spill over. Despite the weight on her, a strange sense of relief washed over Elena. The solid press of his body, the feel of warm, tanned skin against hers, was strangely comforting. Below, the insistent pressure of his arousal remained, a tangible reminder of what was to come.
“It might sting a little at first,” Kennard murmured, his voice a husky rumble against her ear.
A knot formed in Elena’s throat. How much pain was “a little”?
Kennard’s gaze softened, his golden eyes gleaming with an intensity that spoke volumes. The fear in Elena’s eyes was clear, and his concern outweighed his desire. “Should we stop, Elena? I never want to cause you pain. My goal is to be one with you, not frighten you.”
The air itself seemed thick with his pheromones, a potent cocktail that could be interpreted both ways. It could signal anger, but in this context, the intensity screamed raw desire. He wasn’t angry; he was driven by a powerful need to possess her.
A horrifying memory surfaced in Elena’s mind. The searing pain and terror of the Whitefox attack, the bite on her shoulder, all came flooding back. No pain could ever surpass that experience.
Suddenly, a new determination filled her. Kennard wouldn’t inflict such pain. With newfound resolve, she tilted her head up and met his lips in a kiss.
“Elena?” Kennard’s voice, laced with surprise, broke the kiss. His erection burned against her, a tangible reminder of his own desire. It felt like his pheromones, if visible, would fill the room, leaving no space for doubt.
“Make me yours, Your Grace,” she whispered fiercely, mirroring his earlier plea as their lips danced.
A deep moan escaped Kennard’s lips as he explored Elena’s mouth. “Hold on,” he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with desire. “This will be pleasure beyond the pain.”
His words mingled with her own moans as he pulled her closer, his touch sending shivers down her spine. But when he began to enter her, a scream tore from Elena’s throat. The pain was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Her body felt like it was splitting in two, and her mind went blank.
