Sorry for not posting yesterday.
Wings of War: 1 chapter ahead(except 2 more chapter within the next few hours)
Golden Fury: 7 chapters ahead
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I broke the kiss, needing to breathe, needing to see her face, to witness the surrender I knew must be burning in her eyes. Her lips, swollen from my kiss, were parted, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her gaze, hazy with desire, met mine, and the raw hunger I saw reflected there mirrored my own.
"Gods," she breathed, her voice a husky whisper, her fingers tightening on my arms as if afraid I might disappear. "You… You're even better than the legends."
Her words, spoken with such raw honesty, ignited a primal satisfaction deep within me. I smiled, a slow, predatory grin that revealed the flash of my fangs in the dim light, and leaned closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "The night is young, darling. We've only just begun."
And with that, I took her hand, my fingers intertwining with hers, and led her through the parting crowd, towards a secluded alcove draped in crimson silk, where the shadows danced with the promise of untold delights. The hunt was over, for now, but the real pleasure, the exquisite torment of claiming her completely, was about to begin. The Crimson Moon, I knew, had never seen such a coupling, such a raw and potent display of desire. Tonight, the very air would crackle with our passion, and the echoes of our pleasure would linger long after the last candle had flickered and died.
The air within the alcove was thick with the lingering scent of jasmine and musk, a potent reminder of past pleasures and a silent promise of those to come. The Chimera, her movements fluid and graceful despite the evident heat blazing in her eyes, wasted no time in pulling me deeper into the shadows, her hand on my back a surprisingly firm pressure that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
She pressed me back against the silk cushions, her body a wall of heat and muscle against my own. Her eyes, those molten gold pools of desire and danger, held mine captive, a silent challenge in their depths.
"You said you could back up your words," she murmured, her voice a low thrum against my ear, her breath sending goosebumps across my skin. "Show me, Anya. Show me what you're made of."
And with that, she leaned down, her lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was both demanding and surprisingly tender. Her tongue, hot and insistent, teased at my lips, demanding entrance, and for a heartbeat, I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to take control, to dominate, to claim her as mine.
But this… this was different. This wasn't about conquest, not in the traditional sense. This was about surrender, about relinquishing control, about letting someone else dictate the rhythm of my pleasure, push me to the very edge of my limits and beyond. And the thought, terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure, sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust through my veins.
I parted my lips, granting her entrance, and she groaned, a low rumble in her chest, as our tongues met in a heated battle for dominance. Her hands, no longer content to simply hold me, roamed across my body, her touch possessive, demanding, igniting a fire in my blood that threatened to consume me whole.
The kiss deepened, became a desperate tangle of tongues and teeth, a primal expression of need that went beyond words. I could feel her arousal, a palpable heat pressing against my own, and it fueled my surrender, breaking down the last vestiges of resistance within me.
Her hands, strong and sure, moved from my back to my hips, her fingers digging into my flesh, guiding me closer, urging me to yield. And when I did, when I finally surrendered to the intoxicating pull of her dominance, I felt her smirk against my lips, a silent acknowledgment of her victory, her triumph.
"That's it, little wolf," she murmured against my mouth, her voice thick with a dark amusement that sent shivers down my spine. "Let go. Let me take you there."
And with that, she shifted, her body pressing me back against the cushions, her weight pinning me in place as she lowered herself over me. Her eyes, those molten gold pools of desire and danger, never left mine, a silent promise and a veiled threat burning in their depths.
"You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into," she breathed, her voice a husky whisper against my lips. "But don't worry… I'll take good care of you."
And then, with a swift, almost brutal grace, she claimed my mouth with her own.
But this wasn't the languid exploration of tongues and teeth from moments before. This was a claiming, a branding, a statement of intent delivered with a ferocity that stole my breath. Her lips were demanding, insistent, and I tasted the faintest hint of blood as her fangs grazed my lower lip, a sharp reminder of the power she wielded, the control she now exerted over my pleasure.
Her hand, still gripping my hip, tightened its hold, her fingers digging into my flesh as she pulled me closer, urging me to match her intensity. I moaned, a sound of both protest and burgeoning pleasure, as she deepened the kiss, her tongue plunging into my mouth, tasting, exploring, claiming every inch with a hunger that mirrored my own.
But it was the other hand, the one that had been resting on my chest, that truly stole my breath away. It moved with a practiced grace, her fingers toying with the buttons of my bodice, pushing aside the fabric to reveal the sensitive skin beneath. And then, with a boldness that bordered on shocking, she dipped her head, her tongue tracing a hot, wet path from the base of my throat to the sensitive hollow between my breasts.
I gasped, my back arching instinctively as a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through me. It had been a long time – too long – since anyone had dared to touch me like this, to treat me as something to be devoured, to be savored, to be utterly possessed. And the realization, far from being unwelcome, sent a thrill of anticipation straight to my core.
Her touch, when it came, was electric. Her lips closed around my nipple, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, drawing out a moan from my throat that was half-whimper, half-growl. I could feel her smile against my skin, her pleasure a tangible thing that fueled my own.
"So sensitive," she purred, her voice a low rumble against my skin, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. "Just as I like them."
Her words, whispered against my heated skin, were a promise and a threat, delivered with a confidence that sent a jolt of pure lust straight to my core. I shivered, my body already anticipating the pleasure, the pain, the exquisite torment she was about to unleash.
And then, with a swift, almost brutal grace, she was off me, her weight shifting as she rose from the cushions. For a heartbeat, I felt a pang of something akin to disappointment, a desperate urge to pull her back, to demand she continue what she had started.
But before I could speak, before I could even draw a breath to protest, I felt the pressure of her knee between my thighs, her hand on my chest pushing me back against the cushions, her weight settling onto my face.
My eyes flew open, my breath catching in my throat as I realized what was happening. She was above me now, her thighs bracketing my head, her scent, intoxicating, overwhelming, filling my senses as she settled into position.
"Open up, little wolf," she commanded, her voice a husky growl that sent shivers down my spine. "It's time to teach you how to really please a Chimera."
And then, with a slow, deliberate descent, she lowered herself onto my face.
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Short chapter with a cliffhanger since I felt like it heheh~