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🕑 Added 2025-05-25 17:00:06 +0000 UTCIβve taken power from kings, killers, and creatures with no name.
One touch β and I see everything.
One breath β and their strength becomes mine.
But him?
Heβs different.
The moment I kissed him, I felt nothing flood in. No rush of energy. No visions. Just⦠stillness. Silence.
And heat.
My hands stayed on his chest longer than they shouldβve. My body didnβt pull away. It leaned in β confused at first. Curious. Hungry.
He said nothing.
Just watched me.
And I did something I never do.
I stepped back.
Slowly, I pulled off my gloves.
Then the long black coat.
Then the corset β unlaced and deliberate, until black lace gave way to skin, and the air felt colder than I expected.
He still said nothing.
He just watched me fall apart one layer at a time β like I was the one being hunted now.
I dropped to my knees.
Not because I had to.
Because I wanted to.
I wanted to feel his strength on my tongue, against my lips, filling my mouth until my jaw ached and my eyes blurred. I wanted to hear the break in his voice when I took him deeper, moaning softly, surrendering with every stroke of my tongue.
I wanted to give.
Not take.
He pulled me up when he couldnβt take more β kissed me hard, held me tighter, laid me out across the stone table like he was the one reclaiming me now.
And I let him.
He entered me with a groan that made my body clench around him. I gasped, arching up, nails scraping at the stone as he rocked into me again and again β harder, deeper, shifting me into new angles, new shapes, like he was sculpting pleasure from my bones.
I usually lead.
This time, I followed.
Bent over the table. On my knees. On his lap, his mouth on my shoulder as he filled me in places I rarely gave β but craved tonight like I never had before.
He flipped me over, pinned my wrists above my head, and took me until I couldnβt speak β until I was moaning his name like heβd stolen something from me.
But he hadnβt.
Iβd given it.
When I came, it wasnβt power that rushed through me.
It was surrender.
And it was perfect.
He whispered something against my throat.
I didnβt understand the language.
But I understood the feeling:
I wasnβt absorbing his power.
I was drowning in it.
And for onceβ¦
I didnβt want to come back up.
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ghostbeetle
π₯΅Man, talk about "skin-TIGHT"!π₯π₯π₯ππ
