Noir

As I drank deeper, I felt the power of his blood coursing through my veins, igniting something primal within me. I could feel my strength growing, my senses heightening.

Noir watched me with a mixture of amusement and hunger, his gaze raking over my body. "You are more than I ever expected," he whispered, running a hand through his dark hair. "More than even you know."

Pulling my face to his, he took my lips in a possessive kiss, his tongue demanding entry. It was a show of dominance, a reminder of who I belonged to now. And yet, despite my outward submission, I was far from submissive, yet I couldn't deny the need thrumming between my legs.

"You know you want this," he breathed against my lips, his hand sliding up my thigh. "You want to feel my power course through you." His fingers brushed against my center, and I gasped, arching into the touch. He was right. I did want this. I wanted to feel him inside me.

Noir's lips curved into a smile as he watched me squirm beneath his touch. His fingers expertly teased me, driving me to the edge of release. "You're so tight, so wet," he murmured, leaning in to kiss my neck. "So ready for me." As he continued to torment my body, I arched into his touch, moaning softly, my fangs scraping against my bottom lip. I was lost in the sensation of his touch, of the power that flowed through me now.

Noir smiled down at me, his dark eyes glowing with satisfaction. "That's it, my pet," he whispered, trailing his fingers down my stomach. "Give in to it." His other hand moved to my breast, massaging my swollen nipple.

I arched into his touch, feeling a shudder run through me. I knew I should be fighting this, should be trying to escape, but something about him made it impossible. His power, his charisma, it was intoxicating. Noir chuckled darkly, his hand moving to cup my breast. "You need satisfied, my pet?"

I arched into his touch, feeling a shiver run down my spine. "Yes," I breathed, the admission a guttural moan. "Please."

Noir's eyes flashed with hunger, and he leaned in to capture my lips in a hungry kiss. His tongue danced with mine, fueling the desire that coursed through my veins. His hand slipped lower, teasing at the edge of my entrance, and I couldn't help but moan into his mouth.

As if reading my mind, he pulled back, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You want this, don't you?" he breathed, trailing his fingers back down my thigh. "You want me to fuck you," he husked, his touch suddenly impossibly gentle, but it was enough to make me want more.

I could feel the tension between us, the pull of desire. "Yes," I whispered, unable to meet his eyes. "But you can't have me." It was a pathetic attempt at defiance, but it was all I had.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Noir chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing lower still. "Oh, but I can, my pet. And I will." There was no malice in his voice, only a certainty that sent shivers down my spine. He knew I wanted him.

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I tried to summon my strength, to break free from his hold, but it was futile. I was helpless against his touch and my own need.

He laid me back on the bed and leaned over me, his dark eyes burning with desire. He traced a finger down my neck, over the pulse that hammered at my throat. "You're so beautiful, my pet," he breathed, his voice a low growl. "And you fight so hard, even now."

I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the way my body ached for him. "I'm not giving in," I snarled, struggling against the invisible chains that seemed to hold me to the bed.

Noir laughed darkly, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "You don't have a choice, my pet. You're mine now." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "And you'll learn to enjoy it."

He pulled away, his hand sliding down to the hem of my shirt. With a swift motion, he ripped it off, leaving me exposed to his hungry gaze. I struggled, my hands pushing against his broad chest, but he was too strong. His eyes raked over my body, lingering on my breasts before he leaned down to take one in his mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had me crying out. His teeth grazed my skin, and I felt the urge to push him away, but at the same time, I wanted more. His hands roamed my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I writhed beneath him, unable to escape the torment he subjected me to.

"Do you want my cock?" Noir breathed heavily.

I glared at him, my chest rising and falling with the effort of my protests. "I despise you," I spat, even as my traitorous body betrayed me with every whimper and arch of my back.

Noir's smirk grew wider as he shrugged off his own shirt, revealing a sculpted chest. His muscles rippled with power, a stark contrast to the softness of the velvet bed beneath us. "You may despise me," he murmured, his fangs elongating slightly, "but your body does not."

He leaned down, his breath hot against my neck. "Do you want this?" he whispered, his hand splayed possessively over my stomach. "Do you want me to make you feel pleasure even as you fight against it?"

Noir's touch sent shockwaves through my body, and I couldn't help but arch into him, despite my determination not to give him the satisfaction. His fingers played with me, before with a single, expert tug, he jerked the sheet away from my lower body, spreading my legs.

I felt exposed and vulnerable as he looked at me, his eyes burning with desire. "Fuck, you're wet." he growled, his fingers sliding within my folds. "You want this." With his words, he thrust his fingers inside me, his touch sending shockwaves through my body. I arched into him, unable to deny the pleasure that coursed through me.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice hoarse with need. "I want you."

Noir's smile was predatory as he slid on top of me then leaning in his erection sliding against my wetness as his lips found mine in another possessive kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, exploring my mouth, and I couldn't help but respond, my hands tangling in his hair. His touch sent fire through my veins, and I arched against him, desperate for more.

He broke the kiss with a soft groan, his eyes trailing down my body before meeting mine again. "I'm going to make sure you remember that every time you feel my touch," then he plunged deeply within my depths.