Chapter thirteen eighteen plus part two
Crow's eyes bore into Zahra's, his gaze piercing and intense. He savors the moment, the anticipation, the power he holds over her. Her eyes, wide and desperate, are locked onto his, her pupils dilated with a feverish need.
"Crow: I want to see your face when I claim you," he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive purr. "I want to watch as I break you, as I shatter that delicate facade and expose the wanton slut beneath."
Zahra nods frantically, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Crow smiles, a slow, cruel curl of his lips, and then, with a single, brutal thrust, he enters her.
Zahra screams, her back arching off the bed, her nails digging into Crow's shoulders. He's huge, stretching her beyond what she thought possible, filling her completely.
Crow begins to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, each one designed to push Zahra to her limits. He sets a brutal pace, his hips slamming against hers with a force that shakes the bed. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes through the chamber, punctuated by Zahra's screams and Crow's dark, guttural grunts.
"Crow: Take it, you little whore," he snarls, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "Take every inch of my cock. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be used, to be fucked like the slut you are?"
Zahra can only scream in response, her body convulsing with pleasure and pain. Tears stream down her face, her makeup smearing in dark rivulets. She's never felt so full, so stretched, so utterly consumed by another person. It's terrifying, exhilarating, and utterly addictive.
Zahra's screams reach a fever pitch as Crow's thrusts become more brutal, more punishing. Her body is a mess of sweat and tears, her hair a wild tangle around her head. She's lost in the haze of pleasure and pain, her mind shattered by the intensity of it all.
"Crow: Come for me, you little slut," Crow growls, his voice a dark command. "Come on my cock like the desperate whore you are. Show me how much you love this, how much you need it."
Zahra's body obeys, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screams Crow's name, her voice hoarse and raw, her body convulsing uncontrollably. Crow continues to thrust through her climax, prolonging her pleasure, pushing her to the very edge of sanity.
"Crow: Good girl," he pants, his own release approaching. "Now take my seed.
Zahra's body trembles as Crow's hot seed fills her, marking her as his. She collapses back onto the bed, her limbs limp and spent. Crow pulls out of her, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches her lying there, utterly wrecked.
"Crow: Beautiful," he murmurs, tracing a finger through the mess between her legs. "You're even more exquisite when you're broken and used."
Zahra whimpers, her body too sensitive for his touch. Crow chuckles, wiping his finger clean on her thigh before standing up.
Zahra's eyes flutter open, her gaze hazy and unfocused. She stares up at Crow, her lips parted, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. As the haze of her orgasm begins to fade, a new need takes its place a desperate, insatiable hunger for more.
"Zahra: Please... my lord..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and trembling. "I need... I need more. I can't... I can't get enough of you."
She tries to sit up, to reach for him, but her limbs are too weak, too shaky. She falls back onto the bed with a soft cry, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Zahra: Please, Crow... fuck me again. Use me, break me, do whatever you want to me. Just... just don't stop. Don't ever stop."
Crow's expression darkens, his eyes flashing with a sudden, icy anger. He steps back from the bed, his gaze hardening as he looks down at Zahra's tearstreaked face.
"Crow: Enough," he snaps, his voice cold and commanding. "You've had your pleasure, your release. But I am not a toy for you to use and discard at your whim."
Zahra's eyes widen in shock and fear, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly. Crow's sudden rejection is like a bucket of cold water thrown over her, extinguishing the flames of her desire.
"Crow: You are mine, Zahra. Mine to use as I see fit. But I will not be manipulated, not even by a pretty little thing like you. Remember your place, pet. You exist for my pleasure, not your own."