Chapter 54

Kennard’s hot breath danced on her chest. His touch was relentless, a combination of caressing, sucking, and a constant exploration below.

“This will connect us,” he murmured, his voice husky against her ear.

Elena’s back arched as his fingers ventured inside. A strange, unfamiliar sensation flooded her. “Do something,” she gasped, burying her face in his hair. “Please, Your Grace… I…” A choked sob escaped her lips.

“Just a little longer, love,” he rumbled, his voice laced with frustration. “It won’t work like this.” He pulled back slightly, pressing a firm kiss to her lips.

Their tongues met in a heated tangle, a silent battle of dominance as his saliva flooded her senses. A low moan, almost a scream, vibrated through her.

She felt the pressure ease inside briefly, only to return with a new intensity. Two fingers now explored her depths, sending shivers down her spine.

Overwhelmed, Elena turned her head away. Her core pulsed with a delicious agony, her thoughts lost in the maelstrom of sensations. His touch inside seemed to widen, pushing boundaries, leaving her breathless under his demanding kiss.

“A little more… damn it! This wait is driving me crazy. I need to be inside you.”

He nipped playfully at her jaw, then trailed kisses down her neck, lingering at the sensitive skin around her collarbone and shoulder line. As his fingers retreated, something else brushed against her. A primal fear flared in Elena’s gut.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

Kennard froze, his heated gaze locking with hers. He slowly rose until they were eye-to-eye.

“Scared?” he echoed softly, stroking a soothing circle on her cheek.

Elena offered a hesitant nod. He met her lips with a gentle kiss, a whisper of reassurance against the rising tide of her panic. Their breaths mingled as they kissed, soft explorations that turned fervent as he settled his full weight on top of her. Sweat slicked their bodies, a heated adhesive binding them together.

Her bre*sts, straining against her thin clothing, were pressed flat against his chest, threatening to spill over. Despite the weight on her, a strange sense of relief washed over Elena. The solid press of his body, the feel of warm, tanned skin against hers, was strangely comforting. Below, the insistent pressure of his arousal remained, a tangible reminder of what was to come.

“It might sting a little at first,” Kennard murmured, his voice a husky rumble against her ear.

A knot formed in Elena’s throat. How much pain was “a little”?

Kennard’s gaze softened, his golden eyes gleaming with an intensity that spoke volumes. The fear in Elena’s eyes was clear, and his concern outweighed his desire. “Should we stop, Elena? I never want to cause you pain. My goal is to be one with you, not frighten you.”

The air itself seemed thick with his pheromones, a potent cocktail that could be interpreted both ways. It could signal anger, but in this context, the intensity screamed raw desire. He wasn’t angry; he was driven by a powerful need to possess her.

A horrifying memory surfaced in Elena’s mind. The searing pain and terror of the Whitefox attack, the bite on her shoulder, all came flooding back. No pain could ever surpass that experience.

Suddenly, a new determination filled her. Kennard wouldn’t inflict such pain. With newfound resolve, she tilted her head up and met his lips in a kiss.

“Elena?” Kennard’s voice, laced with surprise, broke the kiss. His erection burned against her, a tangible reminder of his own desire. It felt like his pheromones, if visible, would fill the room, leaving no space for doubt.

“Make me yours, Your Grace,” she whispered fiercely, mirroring his earlier plea as their lips danced.

A deep moan escaped Kennard’s lips as he explored Elena’s mouth. “Hold on,” he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with desire. “This will be pleasure beyond the pain.”

His words mingled with her own moans as he pulled her closer, his touch sending shivers down her spine. But when he began to enter her, a scream tore from Elena’s throat. The pain was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Her body felt like it was splitting in two, and her mind went blank.

She whimpered, caught between moans and pleas, unable to respond as Kennard buried his face in her neck. “Just a little more, Elena,” he urged, his voice strained. “Relax.”

Fear tightened her grip on his shoulders, the muscles beneath her palms clenching with each agonizing thrust. Her entire body flushed crimson, blue veins pulsing on her neck and arms. Every muscle seemed to scream, threatening to tear. Kennard gritted his teeth, his own body tense. He alternated between crushing her close and pulling back, as if torn between control and her pain.

Numbness bloomed where he was lodged deep inside her. Her stomach strained with a strange bulge. The overwhelming scent of his pheromones flooded her senses, a primal wave that threatened to drown her.

“Elena!” Kennard stopped abruptly, lifting his head for a kiss that blurred her vision with tears.

“Is it over?” Her voice trembled, laced with sobs she hadn’t noticed.

“No, my love,” Kennard murmured, wiping her tears with a gentle hand. “It’s just the beginning.”

He kissed away her tears, his lips lingering on her eyelids. “Relax,” he whispered. “Focus on the sensations.”

He resumed his movements, but the pain remained a sharp counterpoint to the pleasure blossoming within her. As a whimper escaped her lips, Kennard offered his fingers.

“Bite down if it’s too much,” he said softly.

He thrust gently as his fingers explored the interior of her mouth, tracing the roof and teasing her tongue. Elena responded instinctively, sucking on them as he deepened the exploration.

With a swift, powerful movement, Kennard lifted her and plunged deep inside her. Elena cried out, a moan laced with a sharp bite on his fingers.

Kennard grunted, a frown creasing his face, but he held his ground. A tremor ran through her as her insides tightened around him.

“Easy there, Elena,” he warned, a hint of strain in his voice. “It’s harder for both of us if you…”

A guttural growl, like a beast rising from the depths, erupted from Kennard’s throat. “Elena. Elena,” he rasped, abruptly sitting up and sliding his arms underneath her legs.

Her body bent almost in half as he leaned forward, a strangled cry escaping her lips. “Your Grace!”

But Kennard seemed oblivious. Desire burned in his eyes, an inferno that stole his reason. “Your Grace!” Elena cried out again, her voice laced with urgency.

Ignoring her pleas, Kennard maneuvered her, lifting her legs over his shoulders. His hands found her bre*sts, his grip firm as he squeezed and released, a deliberate exploration that ignited her n*pples with a teasing pinch and roll.

“Ah! Your Grace!” Elena gasped, a breathy protest lost beneath his devouring kiss. His tongue plunged deep, a forceful exploration that threatened to steal her breath.

A wet, rhythmic sound filled the air, the rapid pace of Kennard’s thrusts echoing in the room. Her moans were muffled against his lips, their mingled saliva escaping in a glistening stream.

The pressure was suffocating, a relentless ache threatening to split her in two. Yet, amidst the pain, an unfamiliar heat bloomed within her, a sensation both exhilarating and terrifying. A new kind of fear twisted in her gut, a war raging between wanting him to stop and a primal urge to cling to him.

Everywhere his touch met her skin, it felt like a brand, scorching hot. Her hands and feet tingled with a delicious sensitivity.

“You’re so hot,” he rasped, his voice raw. “Inside you… so soft, so hot… it melts me.” Kennard surrendered to the pleasure, lost in a whirlwind of his own making, his hands relentlessly exploring her as he drove into her depths.