[Solid trigger warning🔞🛑⚠️]
Mori looked at kitty's form, she was asleep. Her face was peaceful and beautiful. He never had much interest in woman. But Kitty was striking- striking in appearance, striking in her presence, striking in grace.
He pressed his kiss against her.
Physical dominance, that was one of his tactics to claim her. He knew Kitty was normal and weak and he took complete advantage of it.
Despite her weakness, she had a flame in her pink bright eyes, a flame so powerful and strong.
And Mori liked it.
He tilted her neck a little and saw a red deep mark on it. He felt a sense of pride.
His hands crawled on her thighs as he pinched it waking her up, her eyes locked at him deeply. She was caught off guard.
"You know how beautiful you are when you sleep.," he said, his fingers crawled deep inside her slit between her legs as he pushed it inside more, making her moan in complete weakness. Her body responded by pressing the thighs against each other.
"Mori, it's too early.," she said.
"Is it?," he replied, "Nothing is too early between me and my plaything."
Kitty squinted her, she hated the idea of her being portrayed as a plaything.
"I am not your plaything."
He chuckled softly and leans in closer, his voice low and possessive.
"Oh really, my dear? Is that so?"
Kitty looked at him with strong resilience. The hate fired in her eyes.
"Last night, we did with clothes, now I want without.," he whispered.
"Go ahead.," she said, "No matter what you do, you only deserve my flesh and nothing else.," her eyes were wattery as if she'd gathered all the courage to speak up against him, "Not my heart. Not my soul.," she slowly broke into tears.
"Not your heart, not your soul, eh? And what makes you think I care about either of those, my dear?," He leaned in closer to Kitty, his presence looming over her.
"Your heart and soul are of no value to me. All I want is your body..."
"Very well and you get only that.. for a lowly vermin like you."
He smiled coldly, clearly enjoying her insult ," Oh, I'm quite content with just that, my dear. After all, a lowly vermin like me is still far superior to you in every way possible...," he continued, "And make no mistake, my dear. I will take everything I want from you.."
His breath was warm and close against her ear. A possessive heat radiates from his body, the scent of him filling the air, so close that her body shivered in response.
He bends his head, his lips brushing over her skin, trailing a burning path along her neck and collarbone. The touch is gentle, almost gentle, but the possessive heat is evident in his every move, in the way his hands grip her so tightly, as if he's marking her as his own.
He pulled and tugged at her clothes, his hands deft and purposeful as he undressed her, piece by piece. His eyes never leaving her as he forcefully removed her clothes almost tearing them to shreds.
He penetrated his memeber inside her in almost a jab, Kitty felt the pain as he moved rough and way too intimately. Claiming her, marking her like his own territory. His movements were sharp and painful. As if he wanted her to feel the pain of defying him.
Kitty moaned and cried in response, he was naked, skin-to-skin and intolerable. It was an insult to her. Her vulnerability was her biggest insult.
Her superior, her master, her puppeteer, her captor.