Chapter 41: Feral side needed a kiss
"Jark," Kathe whispered as she tried to release his hands from her neck, but her action angered him more as he tightened his grip on her neck, sliding her up the wall, his movement rough.
Choking, Kathe’s eyes were already red due to lack of oxygen.
"Jark, it’s me... Please let go," Kathe said as she kept slapping her hands on Jark. Her voice was more like crying whimpers.
Thompson crawled up from the broken bed. Seeing how rough Jark was on Kathe, he ran to a shelf by the window side and fumbled through some bottles until he finally saw the right sedative bottle. He took out a needle. He kept glancing at Kathe to make sure that she wasn’t in a difficult situation. He took another bottle from the shelf.
He turned back to look at Kathe, seeing her struggle under Jark’s grip, and she was muttering things to him. Seeing that she was still safe, he continued mixing the sedative.
"Jark, it’s me, Kathe, your wife," she whispered.
Jark turned his head slightly to the right as he stared at her, his eyes filled with confusion.
Kathe, seeing that she could communicate with him, decided to put in more effort as a pinch of hope filled her heart.
"Wake up. None of what you are seeing there is true. You can overcome it, Jark, please."
A droplet of tears fell from Kathe’s eyes. His grip around her loosened a bit after seeing her in tears.
While Kathe was distracting Jark, Thompson sneaked up behind him. He brought his finger to his mouth, signalling Kathe not to make a sound.
Kathe was confused at first about what he wanted to do, but she still nodded at him as she continued to talk to Jark, trying to pull him out from his trance. Through the corner of her eyes, she saw Thompson aiming an injection toward Jark’s neck.
"Thompson, no!" Kathe yelled.
Jark followed her eyesight. He let go of Kathe, dropping her on the floor, and turned to Thompson. Thompson, knowing that he had been caught, tried to bury the injection in Jark’s neck in a hurry, but before he could get close enough to his neck, Jark slapped the injection away before punching Thompson across the room.
"Ahhhh," Thompson groaned in pain as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Jark was already charging toward him before he could gather his strength.
"Jark, don’t!" Kathe called out to him as she gasped for air, crawling on the floor.
But Jark was already lost to his beastly side. He grabbed Thompson by his collar and threw him across the room.
Thompson found himself crashing onto the glass table, his body covered in blood as he tried to breathe. Jark didn’t seem satisfied as he rushed toward Thompson again in full rage.
"Ma’am, rush out of the room. I will distract him, and don’t worry about me. I will find a way to calm him down," Thompson said through a bloodied mouth and heavy breathing.
Kathe couldn’t watch Thompson getting hurt again. Everything had been her fault. If only she had listened to Thompson’s words when he had asked her not to get close to him. Even in his state, he was still choosing her safety. If she chose to run away, she would remain guilty for the rest of her life.
Jark picked up a piece of broken glass that was on the floor and walked toward Thompson, his eyes filled with enmity.
Just by seeing his action, Kathe knew his intentions.
Without warning or wasting time, Kathe ran toward Jark and grabbed his arm.
"Jark, don’t."
But he got angry and pushed her to the side, making her step on the broken glass that was on the floor.
"Shiii!" Kathe hissed in pain.
"Ma’am!" Thompson screamed after seeing her bloody feet.
Even after being pushed, Kathe didn’t give up. She rushed toward him again, and she quickly stood in front of Thompson, not minding the pain in her feet. Her action made Jark frown as he stopped in his tracks.
"Ma’am, you’re putting your life in danger. Please leave the way," Thompson said as he tried pushing her out of the way, but instead he got an angry glare from Kathe, making him drop his hand.
Kathe turned back her attention to Jark.
"Jark, it’s us. I’m your wife, and he’s your friend. You wouldn’t want to hurt us, please," Kathe said as she took little steps closer to him, whispering words to him.
Seeing that he was staring at her, confused, Kathe quickly rushed to him before Thompson could process what happened. Kathe’s lips were already crushed against Jark’s lips.
Being Kathe’s first kiss, she didn’t know how to move her lips in perfect sync.
Jark paused as something inside of him snapped, like a cage in which he had been trapped suddenly let him loose. His eyes started to return to those filled with familiarity.
Kathe could see that he had begun to calm down little by little. She tried pulling away from the kiss, but Jark grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back into a furious kiss, dropping the broken glass on the floor. Using his free hand to cup her face closer to him.
Kathe’s eyes were wide open in shock. She didn’t expect him to reciprocate by kissing her back. She had only done that on pure instinct, not expecting him to react.
"Ouch," Kathe whimpered as Jark bit her lower lip, causing it to bleed.
He pulled back, watching the blood drip down her lips.
Kathe lifted her hand to her lips, intending to clean the blood away, but before her hand could reach her lips,
Jark slapped her hand away as he pulled her back into his heated, furious kiss.
Thompson wiped the bloodstain from his lips as he watched the couple, lost in their moment, forgetting about him, a brave warrior who was willing to risk his life.
"So the feral side needed a kiss. Why didn’t I know of this? I will make sure to inform the doctor about the progress."
Thompson thought to himself as he walked out of the room, giving the couple some privacy. He didn’t want to become the third wheel.
"Jark," Kathe moaned out his name as Jark trailed his tongue down to her neck. He stopped at her sensitive spot, sucking on it until he saw a hickey before moving to the next spot.
Kathe clenched her thighs together. She could feel her inner dripping with liquid, pooling around her thighs. Just when she thought she had had enough of it,
Jark pushed her to the wall, parting her thighs wide open as he lifted her up. He used his hands to wrap Kathe’s legs around his waist. All through the process, Jark’s lips never left Kathe.
"Mmm."
He let out a throaty groan when Kathe pulled away from the kiss to catch her breath. Her face was already red.
He kept his eyes locked with hers while he slid his hand through her thigh. Since she was in loose night-wear shorts with no panties, within seconds his finger had already located her clitoris, finding her wet and slippery. Kathe’s breathing became heavy as Jark rubbed his finger at her folds’ opening. His body was pressed tightly against Kathe to the wall, his eyes staring into hers. He slid one of his fingers into her P****, making Kathe move as she tried to shut her legs together.
"Steady," his voice was husky as he whispered, and he leaned in and captured her lips again as his finger kept sliding into her. At a slow pace at first, after a minute he fastened his pace, making Kathe roll back her eyes in pure ecstasy. She wanted to moan out, but his lips were sealed to hers.
His hand kept sliding in while he released his other hand that was holding her back still. He lifted her sleeveless night singlet as his free hand pinched her nipples, making her whimper, not in pain but in pure bliss.
He lifted her shirt up, exposing her two peaches that bounced out. He quickly took her nipples into his mouth.
"Jark," Kathe moaned as she threw her head back against the wall, her eyes rolling backward.
Both his mouth and fingers worked in the same rhythm. Just when Kathe thought that she was about to have her first release, he pulled away, his eyes staring at Kathe in confusion.
Kathe immediately panicked, afraid that his episode had gotten back. He just stared at her for a few minutes. He lifted her up like he was carrying a baby and walked toward the bed. He dropped her on a good spot and climbed onto the bed.
Kathe could hear some parts of the bed cracking.
"Sleep."
His voice sounded strange, yet familiar to Kathe, and he lay beside her.
Holding on her tightly like he was afraid that she would run away .
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