Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Dante Castelli.
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“If that really was a natural reaction… then it was undoubtedly the most delicious I’ve ever tasted.” I teased, with a satisfied smile. “His whole body gave in… it was a pleasure to see him like that.
He trembled uncontrollably, his breathing ragged as tears rolled down his face.
1–I don’t want to… I can’t stand this feeling. Please, please… Choose someone else and leave me alone.” My voice came out weak, broken by despair.
My expression tightened. I held his face firmly, forcing him to face me.
I’ve been patient until now.” My tone was as cold as ice. “But you still don’t seem to understand. What you want doesn’t matter. I’m going to fuck you, whether you like it or not.
I walked away without haste, removing my black uniform. The dim lighting in the cell revealed every trace of the tattoos that covered my muscular body.
My stiff, throbbing cock sprang free, and the shock in his eyes intensified my pleasure even more.
“No… please. Move away.” The pathetic plea made me roll my eyes.
I walked over to the shelf and reached for the bottle of lubricant I always kept nearby. I turned the cap, giving him an expectant look.
“Get on all fours.
Hesitation ran through every inch of his body, but reality quickly imposed itself. He knew that if he didn’t obey, the consequences would be worse.
And he was right.
My patience ran out.
The tears flowed again when, with faltering movements, he turned over on his stomach, exposing his ass without alternative.
Pleasure raced through my body like an uncontrolled fire.
I’ve never felt such hunger, such raw desire for someone.
I’ve always fucked thinking only of myself.
The pleasure of others was never part of the plan.
I never cared if they moaned with pleasure or pain; it never made a difference.
But him…
This boy has awakened something different.
I want to possess him, to have him completely surrendered to me. I want his body to recognize me as its owner, but also for his mind to desire me.
That he doesn’t fear my presence but desires it too.
That his body doesn’t just cry out for domination but for the unique pleasure that only I can provide.
And I will do that.
I moved closer, sliding my palm over the warm skin of her left buttock before slowly separating them.
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I opened the bottle, pouring the cold liquid straight into his entrance, covering it completely. I then spread the lubricant over the length of my own rigid cock, preparing myself for the moment I had been longing for.
1 let out a heavy sigh, fighting the urge to take him all at once. I wanted him to feel pleasure too, something unusual on my part.
I slid a finger into his entrance, feeling him contract immediately. A gasp escaped his lips as he sank his face into the mattress, trying to contain his body’s
response. The way he was giving in so quickly further fueled his growing desire.
I added another finger, moving them in a torturous rhythm, testing their resistance. The hot tightness around them made my self–control waver. The sensation of being crushed there was addictive, maddening. When the third finger joined the others, a groan of pain tore from his throat, his body stiffening in protest.
To distract him, I wrapped my other hand around his cock, masturbating him at a slow pace. His breathing faltered, and, even against his will, a hesitant sound escaped his trembling lips.
A smile curved my lips as I noticed his confusion.
Without the patience to prolong it, I slid my fingers out and grabbed my own cock, pressing the tip against his sensitive entrance. The tremor that ran through his body sent a shiver down my spine.
“Relax, bunny.” My voice came out low, full of expectation.
I began to thrust slowly, feeling the natural resistance. Elijah whimpered, his face stained by the tears that flowed down in a continuous stream.
H–It hurts… S–Stop… It hurts.” His trembling hand reached up, trying to push me away.
Patience had run out. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it backwards, easily immobilizing him.
“If you don’t relax, it will hurt even more.” The cold, firm tone left no room for argument.
I waited as long as it took for his body to give in. As soon as I felt the slightest surrender, I continued the onslaught, letting myself be swallowed slowly. Inch by inch, I sank into him, feeling the tight heat envelop me until I was completely buried inside his hot, pulsating flesh.
The air escaped my lungs in a heavy sigh, my forehead falling against his sweat–damp back.
F**k… Finally,” I said, feeling the delicious contractions around me.
The pleasure dug sharp claws into my spine, eliciting a hoarse moan of pure satisfaction.
If anyone dared interrupt this moment, I would cut them to pieces.
I slowly pulled out of him, savoring the moan that escaped his lips, and then came back in hard, eliciting a surprised cry.
A satisfied smile appeared on my face.
“That’s right, bunny. Shout it out. Let everyone know that you’re mine now. No one else has the right to touch you.
I continued moving quickly, the sound of skin against skin filling the cell. My hands gripped his waist tightly, my fingers squeezing so hard that red marks formed against his white skin.
The sound of our bodies colliding was addictive, an erotic melody that made me thirst even more.
His moans, even if involuntary, fueled the desire even more.
But it wasn’t enough.
I wanted more.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.