Chapter 98: Eyes on Dracula (18+)

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Before he even began to move, the sensation of fullness was already overwhelming.

Lorenzo had me folded nearly in half, one powerful hand pinning both of my bound wrists to the mattress above my head while the other gripped the back of my thigh, pushing my knee towards my chest.

I was completely exposed, with no way to hide or control anything anymore. Every inch of me was laid bare, and the bruises from the earlier struggle throbbed in protest as I felt the new, intense stretch of him forcing a sound from my throat that I couldn’t swallow back in time.

That cock of his was... colossal...almost unfairly so...and the slow, steady pressure of that thick length entering me felt endless.

The burn spread in waves, mixed with a deeper, heavier pressure that seemed to reach areas I never knew existed until this very moment.

I tried to breathe as he had instructed earlier, but the air kept catching in my lungs with each inch he sank deeper.

The head of his cock rubbed against every sensitive ridge within me; the stretch was so intense it brought tears to my eyes, even as my body tightened around him helplessly.

He was fully seated, with his hips flush against mine, I could feel the heavy throb of his pulse within me.

That stillness was almost worse than the stretch itself, forcing me to feel every ridge, every thick vein, every impossible inch without any movement to distract me. His green eyes remained locked on mine the entire time, calm, intense, and almost reverent, as if seeing me so utterly pinned open and quivering around him was something sacred instead of filthy.

His free hand moved slowly along the outside of my thigh, his touch almost gentle despite the way he pulsed deep within me. "Remember what I said, you don’t come without permission. You respond when I speak to you. And if you want more, you ask for it properly...yes?"

My face felt like it was on fire, and I half-thought he’d feel the heat radiating from my skin. Pride was still trying to hold on, but the overwhelming fullness and the quiet authority in his voice left little room for defiance.

I swallowed hard, words catching in my throat for a moment before I managed to speak.

"Y...yes, Alpha."

The praise that followed felt like another kind of touch.

"Good omega." He chuckled and shifted just enough to grind deeper, a small but devastating movement, and a helpless sound escaped me before I could stop it. "You take me so well. Look at you, dripping just from being told what to do. Your hole is gripping me like it never wants to let go..."

He held still for another long moment, forcing me to get used to the stretch, the heat, the sheer size of him.

Only when my breathing had evened out did he begin to move, and the first slow withdrawal dragged every sensitive nerve along his thick length, making me gasp all over again.

The return thrust was just as deep and controlled, the head pressing against something inside that blurred my vision.

He set a pace that felt almost cruel in its patience, each stroke so measured that I felt every ridge and every inch, with no chance to adjust faster than he allowed.

The wet, filthy sounds of him sliding in and out of me filled the quiet room, embarrassingly loud, and I couldn’t decide whether to close my eyes against the intensity or keep watching the focused hunger on his face.

He forced the choice for me by gripping my chin with two fingers, tilting my face back toward his.

"Eyes on me," he ordered softly. "I want to see every expression while I fuck you. You were so loud when you hit me earlier...why so quiet now?"

A broken moan escaped before I could stop it...the slow, deep rhythm was already turning my thoughts hazy and unhelpful; the burn of the stretch was gradually bleeding into a heavier, sweeter pressure that made my toes curl against the sheets. "Nngh—!"

Each time he bottomed out, the impact sent fresh jolts through the bruises on my hips and thighs.

The contrast between the old pain and the new fullness was almost too much to handle.

My bound wrists flexed against the sash, the restriction only heightened every sensation until I was trembling beneath him, fighting the urge to push back against each thrust.

Of course, Lorenzo noticed. The fucking devil always did.

His free hand slid down to grip the back of my other thigh, spreading me even wider, and the next thrust landed harder, deeper, pulling a sharper sound from my throat.

"That’s it," he murmured, his voice still calm, even as the pace began to quicken. "Take it. You tried so hard to run away and now you’re dripping all over my cock just from being held open. Ask for more if you want... it harder."

Pride flared one last time, stubborn and familiar, but the slow grind of his hips against mine made the words slip out before I could stop them. "P...please... more."

He raised an eyebrow, patient and unyielding. "Properly."

My face flamed hotter. "Please... Alpha. Harder!"

The approval in his eyes was as devastating as the way he instantly gave me exactly what I had asked for.

The controlled pace shattered into something rougher, deeper. Each thrust slammed home with enough force that the headboard knocked lightly against the wall, the wet slap of skin against skin mingling with the broken sounds I could no longer hold back.

I let out a cracked "f-fuck..." that came out more like a sob than a curse.

"Harder... please, I can take it... just—please."

The moment he angled his hips and rubbed against that spot inside, a real cry tore from my lips. "Don’t stop... please don’t stop...!"

He edged me after that, building the rhythm until I was shaking and gasping, right on the brink of something too big.

Then he’d slow down, grinding deep and making me hover without letting me fall. Every time I got too close, he’d stop entirely and hold me there, buried to the hilt, while I trembled and clenched around him.

"Not yet," he said the first time, voice rough but controlled. "You already came once because I told you to. This next one is mine...you don’t get to finish until I say so."

The denial was almost worse than the earlier stretch. My body was oversensitive from the first orgasm, every nerve ending raw and responsive, and the repeated approaches and denial left me wrecked and desperate in a way I had never experienced before.

I fought to stay quiet out of sheer stubbornness, but when he stopped me again right at the edge, a broken, almost pleading sound slipped out. "Please... I’m so close... I need it... please--ah!"

"Please—" I begged again, the words cracked in the middle. "Dracul--Alpha, please—"

"Ask properly." He leaned down, his mouth brushing the side of my neck, his heated breath making me shiver. "Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you."