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ADRIK
?She yanked the trigger, the metallic click echoing through the room. In the last second, she diverted the gun away from my head, and the bullet grazed my arm. I'd been shot multiple times before; and this was just a graze. A familiar sting coursed through my arm. The Smell of iron lingered in the air.
She let the gun fall, the clang reverberating against the wooden floor. A guttural scream escaped her. Both hands covered her face, fingers clawing at the edges as if trying to erase the sight she had almost witnessed. Leaning down, I snatched the gun, shoving it into a random drawer. My urgency was fueled by the fear that she might hurt herself with it.
"Adrik," she gasped, her eyes darting frantically over my form. "I'm so sorry." She noticed that her clothes lay neatly folded on the back of a chair, and she stumbled towards them, hands trembling as she fumbled to put them on.
"I need to take you to a hospital," she muttered over and over again. She faltered, nearly toppling over as she struggled with her pants, but quickly righted herself. "Shit, I'm not sure the hospitals here are any good. I should call Christy, see if there's a decent one in the town over." Her eyes darted around the room, searching for her phone with the fervor of a woman on the brink of madness.
I closed the distance, predatory instincts guiding my movements. There was no anger in me; her actions sent an unexpected thrill down my spine. As I advanced, she retreateduntil her back met the unforgiving wall. With both hands raised in a futile defense, she stuttered, "I don't know what came over me. Please forgive me."
Our chests collided, and she continued her babbling, "Well, it's kind of your fault as well. You kidnapped me." Our faces were inches apart. Confusion furrowed her brow when she felt the undeniable hardness of my cock pressing against her. My lips brushed against her ear as I delivered a blow, "You and I,Milaya. Turns out we aren't so different; you have some darkness in you too."
A sharp inhale escaped her at my words, and anger clenched her teeth. "That's not true," she yelled, and a dark chuckle rumbled in my chest. "Not true?" I rasped as I raised my grazed arm to her line of view, displaying the trail of blood seeping down. "You said you couldn't hurt a fly... What's this?"
"Stop it," she growled, turning away from me.
"You willingly took that gun and pressed it to my head. You willingly shot me," I prodded, and she snapped her face back towards me, her stare ablaze as she yelled "I said stop it."
"You and I, we are more compatible than you think. Made for each other—" I couldn't finish before she slammed her lips against mine, a fierce, demanding kiss that ignited a spark. It was our first real kiss in months, and it felt like I was on cloud nine.
She tore her lips from mine, telling me to shut up before crashing back into the kiss. Our tongues battled, and I was the clear winner. I delved into every crevice of her small mouth, tasting the heady mix of vanilla and chocolate that seemed to be her signature flavor.
My uninjured arm slithered down to her waist, and I yanked her against me. I relished the feel of every curve pressed into the hardness of my muscles. My fingers moved to trace the small wound on my arm with my thumb. I savored the warmth of the blood before dragging it across her neck, targeting the pulse point.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.
"Claiming you," I purred, crashing my lips back onto hers. It was a brutal kiss that had our teeth clashing together. Dipping my thumb into the graze again, I smeared the crimson liquid over the pulse points on both her wrists, marking her as mine in a twisted ceremony of obsession. I was scenting her, claiming her, intoxicating her.
I tore her clothes off her in a frenzied motion. Stepping back, I took a moment to savor the sight before me- The blood was stark against her milky white skin, a masterpiece.
Every inch of her bore the unmistakable signs of arousal, from the puckered peaks of her chest to the wetness trailing down her thighs.
In the dim light, I traced a bloodied finger across her flat stomach, spelling out the possessive words, "Adrik's property." Her eyes were clouded over with lust, she seemed trapped in a trance.
I trailed a path of searing kisses down her neck, my lips leaving a trail of fire until they reached the soft curve of her small breasts. Ignoring the hardened peaks, I rained open-mouthed kisses all over her tits. It was a tease that denied the release she sought, but there was no reprieve for her shaking form.
Wetting both of my thumbs with my blood, I seized her nipples, pulling and rolling them between my fingers. The scent of iron filled in the air, blending with the heady cocktail of desire and pain.
Her eyes looked above, a whimper escaping her lips. "Oh god," she moaned.
I tutted my disapproval, my tongue dancing over her skin. "Not god, Luna. Adrik."
With a harsh twist of her nipples, I commanded her to say my name. The sound of her obedience echoed in the night, a mantra on her lush lips. I traced a path lower and lower, caressing the contours of her abdomen.
"Crawl to the bed, Luna," I commanded. Her pride set her eyes ablaze, and she swallowed hard, defiance etched in her gaze. "No."
Not in the mood for games, I reached out, wrapping my hand around her neck, applying a slight pressure as I growled out "I said, crawl to the bed."
A subtle whimper escaped her, her arousal leaving a slick trail down her thighs. She nodded, defiance meeting desire, but not without throwing me a glare.
Removing my hand, I watched as she kneeled to the ground, crawling with a deliberate quickness. "Slower," I demanded, and her movements obeyed, a sultry submissive crawl. "Sway your hips for me while you do it, arch your back too."
Her huff brought a smile to my lips, but she complied. She swayed her hips provocatively, arching her back to showcase her pussy for my hungry eyes. Her wetness spoke louder than words as she made it to the bed and lay on top of it.
I strode over to her, my knees hitting the bed frame with a thud. An open palm met her thigh with a sharp slap. "Spread them for me," I commanded.
She complied, her legs hanging off the bed. "Good girl," I rewarded her, and a smile played on her lips. Only she could melt my heart in the midst of bruising foreplay.
