His Dark Obsession

chapter 27 A Deal Made

Evangeline

My heart pounds violently as he slides my dress up so confidently as if it were second nature. How many women has he been with? Just the thought makes me feel uncertain. A part of me wants to turn and run, but another part wants to give in to him to see what will happen. I can feel the wetness between my legs, feeling that clench as he stares down at me with a carnal hunger that is equally terrifying yet oddly exciting.

He licks his lips, his hands running up my legs with eyes full of raw, unmasked lust. That somehow makes my entire body react. Is it my scent? An omega’s arousal releases a special scent that is very addicting to males. It must be, the way he looks at me is too intense. I am scared of him, yet I am confused by how my body yearns for more.

The coolness of the table against my skin makes me shiver, and he slaps my ass, making me whimper. His eyes flash, and I gasp when I feel the sting of the fabric against my skin as he tears my thong off. A low growl escapes him as he pushes my legs open, looking down at me.

“Seems like this cunt is already dripping. I guess under that innocent exterior, you’re a dirty little slut,” he growls huskily, his eyes shimmering red.

I bite my lip as his thumb runs down my slick parting. My cheeks burned at his words.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, and my eyes fly open when his fingers brush against my slit. Sparks of pleasure rush through me when his finger brushes my clitoris. My entire body tingles with pleasure, and then I suddenly tense.

What if he penetrates me?“Look at me,” he snarls suddenly. He grabs my neck, leaning over me, his lips grazing against mine ever so softly. “I want you to look at me and remember exactly who is pleasuring you, Little Mouse.”

I nod slowly, a whimper leaving my lips as pleasure rushes through me. I could feel an odd sense of pressure building. It isn’t unpleasant, but…

Oh, fuck!A sizzling jolt of pleasure throbs through me, and I gasp as his hand tightens around my neck. His warm breath fans my face as he runs his thumb down over my slick pussy before finding my clit once more. I press my lips together, trying not to cry out in ecstasy. Everything seems to become lighter, hazy even, and I can only focus on this feeling.

“Don’t hold back, Little Omega, you were born to sin,” he whispers, running his tongue across my ear before his lips find mine, and he kisses me. But it’s no longer gentle. It’s harder and rougher, and when I gasp, he plunges his tongue into my mouth, ravishing every inch before sucking on my tongue erotically. There’s just something so hot yet dirty about that.

My moans fill the air, but they are barely recognisable to me. They don’t sound like me, but a woman shamelessly lost in the throes of passion, one who doesn’t care who hears her. I part my legs even more, my back arching as I beg for more, feeling my juices trickle down over my ass, and although his fingers brush my entrance, he doesn’t take it further.

I’m unable to keep up with his kisses. They are rough and dominating. I gasp when I feel something sharp pierce my lower lip, realising he has brought his canines out. I feel the blood dripping down my lips, and I whimper as he licks it up and sucks on it. A rumbling growl radiates through him, and he slowly pulls back, pushing me back down onto the table and yanks me closer, my ass now hanging off the table.

He lifts my legs over his shoulders, bringing my lower body off the table, cupping my thighs before his tongue runs slowly up my pussy, making me whimper. He does it again, this time plunging his tongue inside me, lying it flat against the base and running it up to my clit, making me moan in pleasure.

I am so close. A low groan escapes him, his nose brushing between my folds, making my cheeks burn before he assaults my clit. “Pr-… A-alpha!” I cry out, knowing not to call him Prince.

“Say my name,” he growls, his tongue flicking my clit harder.

“Z-Zedkiel… ahh…” I moan, my voice sounding horny. I can feel my cheeks burn.

“Better,” he snarls as he begins to devour me once more. I cry out, feeling something inside of me tighten. He moves back, and I scream when he slips a finger inside, his thumb finding my clit again. “That’s it. Eyes on me,” he growls animalistically, and I look at him through hooded eyes as my entire body writhes under his hold. I can hear the sound of my liquids squirting out, the sharp sting of his finger in me eases, and it only enhances the pleasure.

“I… I- ahh!” I moan when an intense, powerful wave of pleasure suddenly rips through me, and my vision darkens. White spots blind my vision, and I moan in pure ecstasy.

Goddess, this feels so good… so good.

I struggle to pull away, but I’m at his mercy. Only when my moans cease, and my body is no longer arched off the table does he deliver a sharp tap to my pussy, before sliding his finger out slowly. A smirk is plastered on his face as he reaches behind me and yanks me up by my hair. “Now, since you like to clean so much…”

He holds his hand out to me, glistening with my juices, and he slides two fingers into my mouth. My stomach clenches, and I almost close my eyes until I remember his words as I slowly lick his fingers clean, keeping my eyes locked with his. My heart is thumping as he holds my gaze, sliding his fingers out, and I slowly run my tongue down his hand and wrist where my juices have trickled down.

“Is that okay?” I whisper.

A smirk crosses his lips before he leans closer, “Almost.”

A flicker of confusion rushes through me until my gaze falls on his mouth. He had pleasured me… my cheeks burn as he waits for me to make the first move. My heart thumps as I lean in. My entire body still feels weak from my release, still trembling slightly. I flick my tongue over his plush lips when I suddenly remember Sinclair’s kiss from the shops earlier, and I freeze, fear filling me.

His eyes flash, and he moves back. There’s something in his eyes that I can’t read before he pushes me back, and I hit my elbow on the table, a shooting pain rushing through my arm, and I bite back a whimper.

“Wash up, then we need to talk,” he says coldly before he walks through to the bedroom.

I sit there, rubbing my elbow again, confusion washing through me. What did I do wrong? Now that the pleasure of the emotion was gone, I feel empty and alone again. I turn, looking at the door the Prince had just gone through, realising he hadn’t asked for anything in return.

That is a relief, yet it doesn’t make sense to me. I slide my dress down and hurry to obey him before he gets angry again.

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