Post by kevna on Sept 10, 2021 12:29:43 GMT -5
Asirikai - Lord Holder Candidate
Nalyra’s gaze dropped again, his future title rolling off her lips in conjunction with it, almost made him lose it. His body trembled with his restraint. There was something very primal in him witnessing her submission. Or semi-submission. She hadn’t lost her attitude, which she proved as she dropped the belt like a bold, disrespectful soldier, but he would take what she would give at this point. He needed, needed to channel the anger and lust, and he suspected she would let him take what no other woman had ever pushed him to need. He only narrowed his eyes at her words, her tone maddeningly impudent. He couldn’t expect perfection without a little training. Too bad he only had her for a night. He had learned his lesson about inviting her into his room and he wouldn’t make that mistake again.
“I am perfectly capable, Nalyra. No more games.” The hint of exasperation laced his tone. Women could be so sharding frustrating. Once she was close enough his hands struck out for her wrists, so she wouldn’t do the job he was looking so forward to doing himself. He pushed them behind her back more roughly than he intended and detained them in one hand, crouching as he did so and allowing his other arm to wrap around her lower half and elevate her to his level so he could start where he had left off on her lips. He wanted to see proof that his had warred with hers. There was no more restraint left in him, and he felt like an animal as they tumbled into the bed. He made short work of her shirt. She wouldn’t be walking out in it with the condition it was in, so he ripped it from her body forcefully, finishing the job she had already started.
He didn’t hold back any longer. Couldn’t have if he tried as he fell over the edge. He lost himself in her flesh as his lips discovered more of it, his teeth tested it, and his tongue claimed it. He would make her his for the night, mark her as under his command. If she got too demanding or forceful, he would dominate her. Any pleasure she would gain would be because he gave it to her, not because she took it. He would be unmerciful as he took what he pleased and gave what he willed. He would make her as frustrated as she had made him, and when he was ready, he would enjoy finally appeasing her.