“Don’t rush me,” Kennard murmured against her lips, his voice low and commanding before pressing himself fully inside her.
“Ah…” Elena gasped, feeling the solid weight of him fill her. The sensation was overwhelming—a rush of pressure and an electrifying thrill that spread through her body, making her back arch involuntarily. A soft cry escaped her lips as he finally released her wrists, allowing her arms to circle around his shoulders, her fingers finding the strength and warmth of his muscles beneath her touch.
As she clung to him, Kennard let out a rough breath, settling deep within her. He remained still for a moment, his breath heavy against her neck, as if steadying himself. Elena’s heart thudded in her chest, its beat so intense she wondered if her body could keep up. But then she realized the pounding rhythm wasn’t just hers—his heart raced in sync with hers, both of them caught in the same whirlwind of feeling.
“Relax,” he breathed into her neck, his voice rough with desire. “Or you’re going to make this harder for me.” His grip tightened, pulling her flush against him, and his strength enveloped her as he began to move. Slowly at first, every movement sending waves of sensation through her.
“Oh…” Elena gasped, her body tensing as his rhythm brushed against her most sensitive places. Kennard leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Elena,” he whispered, his voice thick with need, “do you have any idea how tempting it is to have you always wrapped around me like this? It drives me mad.”
Her body trembled; the sensations were too much to contain. Kennard’s gaze burned with intensity as his movements grew faster, more insistent. Each thrust was deliberate, pushing her closer to the edge. Elena’s fingers dug into his shoulders, gripping him desperately as she tried to steady herself.
“Too… too fast,” Elena gasped, but any plea for him to slow down was in vain. Kennard’s grip on her tightened, his possessiveness deepening with each movement. His voice, low and dangerous, rumbled against her ear as he growled, “If anyone else so much as touches a single strand of your hair, I’ll destroy them. No one else will have you.”
Kennard’s movements became more forceful, each thrust carrying a raw, possessive intensity. “Ah, Kennard!” she cried, her voice breaking as he pressed his lips against hers, silencing her cries with a deep, demanding kiss.
“You’re mine, entirely,” he whispered, his voice like a vow as he held her close, his body driving into hers with a fierce, claiming rhythm. The words, wrapped in the weight of his passion, felt like an unspoken promise. His strength enveloped her, leaving her breathless and consumed by the storm of sensation.
***
Did I fall asleep somehow?
Elena blinked slowly, gradually regaining her senses. Her gaze began to focus, and she realized she was staring at the window in Kennard’s bedroom, framed by a sturdy wooden desk. The window was still wide open, and outside, the night stretched inky black, like the mouth of an ancient beast, dotted with countless stars scattered across the sky.
Though the temperature had risen recently, the nights in Terra Demorte still carried a biting chill. Elena shivered, feeling an odd coldness at her shoulder, though the rest of her body was warm, pressed against something.
“Finally awake, are we?”
A low voice murmured behind her, and Elena startled, turning her head. She found Kennard lying next to her, his arms wrapped around her, his golden eyes glowing softly in the dark as he looked at her.
“Ah! Your Grace…” Elena gasped, sitting up in alarm. But Kennard tightened his arms around her, pulling her flush against him once more.
It was then that she realized he was still within her, his presence deep and firm. A flush crept over her face as her body responded instinctively, the fiery heat of him replacing the coldness she’d felt moments before.
“Your Grace… perhaps… we should stop now…” she murmured, her voice soft, though her heart beat wildly in her chest.
“Not until I’m finished,” he replied with a smirk, his hand tracing the curve of her hip, then moving upward along her waist. His calloused palm, warm and firm, sent tingles up her spine as she felt every deliberate brush of his touch.
“But… you already have, several times…” she whispered, struggling to suppress amo*n that threatened to escape her lips. Her body trembled under his caress.
“Yes, several times,” Kennard murmured against her ear, his voice low and soothing. “But each time, you lost consciousness almost as soon as we began.”
He nibbled gently at her earlobe before trailing his tongue along the sensitive spot just behind it. Elena shivered, memories of the night flooding back in a haze. Since they had entered the bedroom, Kennard had held her so many times—sometimes with an almost feral passion, and other times with a tenderness so gentle it left her breathless.
