Chapter 98: Mark Between Her Thighs [E]
[TW: Dubious Consent]
My body no longer felt like it was my own.
Soren’s fingers dug into my waist with just the right intensity. It wasn’t too hard that it hurt, nor was it soft enough for me to be able to escape. It firmly held me in place, and at the same time, added just enough pressure to send small tingles of electricity darting through me.
Our skins weren’t immediately touching, but it felt almost as though they were. I could feel him through the fabric of my pants, the heat of his palm scorching through effortlessly.
"Soren, wait―"
He did everything but wait. Soren’s lips pressed against my neck, directly kissing the spot that Rowan had marked. It was almost as though he thought that by doing so, he would be able to replace it with his own.
The second he did, I gasped soundlessly, buckling slightly as a sharp bolt of pleasure darted through me from that point of contact. I could feel him grinning against my skin, as though he was thoroughly delighted that he had such a reaction from me.
He didn’t stop there, however.
Soren’s kisses moved further south, peppering my collarbone, down the valley of my breasts, and towards my abdomen. He expertly maneuvered my shirt away for easy access, and when he wasn’t able to manipulate the fabric the way he wanted to, he resorted to force.
A sharp rip echoed through the air, and it took me just half a second to realize that he had torn my clothing without thought. I didn’t even have the time to protest before his lips were against my skin once more, suckling and nibbling.
He seemed to find every area where I could feel it best. As such, my head slowly went up into the clouds. All sounds of protest remained clogged in my throat. The lower Soren went, the more my hands reached for his head. In no time, my fingers were tangled in the strands of his hair, and my head was pressed against the shelf.
All thoughts of escaping had been ironically thrown out the window. It escaped my mind entirely, and at the moment, I was filled with nothing more than the raw attraction between fated mates.
With Rowan’s bond flaring and alive, I was cast under its spell, thrown around mercilessly like a ragdoll that had no control over itself. All I could think about was the wave after wave of pleasure that Soren’s lips brought me, not realizing that it was about to bring me more.
When Soren finally reached the waistband of my jeans, he stopped just for a brief moment. He looked up at me, and in the dark, the gold of his irises stood out even more. It contrasted perfectly against the dark room, and I hazily looked down at him, temporarily confused.
"Why did you―"
"I hope you’re not too attached to these pants," was all the warning that I got before I heard the sound of fabric ripping into two.
My eyes widened, and I momentarily snapped out of my haze.
Soren didn’t even break a sweat when he tore my jeans apart. Instead of pulling it off of me, he had decided to take the quickest way out, which was to rip it from the waistband, tearing the fabric down one leg.
By doing so, my panties were instantly exposed to the cold night air, and I shivered at the sudden lack of clothing. Almost at the same time, I could smell the scent of my arousal in the air. The heat that had churned in my lower belly had also caused my underwear to grow wet with slick.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I was just about to back away when Soren’s hands held me by the back of my thighs, holding me in place. He kept me firmly in the same spot, and without missing a beat, leaned in and pressed a kiss against the flesh of my exposed thigh.
I twitched, the ticklish sensation running through my limb. However, he was far from done. Soren wore a devilish grin that I could catch even with how dim the room was. Without missing a beat, he placed one of my legs over his shoulder.
I stumbled, struggling for a second to maintain my balance. As a result, my grip on Soren’s hair merely tightened, causing him to groan when I yanked. His lips were pressed flush against my core, and even through the thin fabric of my panties, I could feel the vibrations of his voice.
A moan slipped past my lips before I could help it. This sound seemed to cheer Soren on. With one hand holding onto the back of my thigh, the other worked my underwear away, spreading it so that I was exposed before him.
He didn’t even spare me the time to react before he pressed his tongue against me, taking half a second to find my most sensitive spot. My head went blank at that instant, and my hips instinctively bucked, chasing that euphoric sensation as it had so presented itself.
Soren’s tongue dragged against my core, lapping up my leaking juices as though it were ambrosia. On the other hand, my head was so far gone that I could barely even remember my name, much less recall what I was originally doing before Soren showed up.
All I could think of was the building pressure in my core. Likewise, all Soren wanted was for me to chase it. His tongue expertly worked against the bundle of nerves before it finally spared me a short moment of reprieve, only for his finger to take its place.
His lips didn’t leave my lower body for long, however.
He eyed my leg with more interest than necessary. My gaze landed on him when I peeped through my eyelashes in between spurts of clarity.
"He marked you at the best spot," Soren mumbled once more to himself.
At the same time, his fingers curled and pumped in increasing pressure, causing my moans to grow louder and my breath to grow heavier. I was quickly reaching my climax, and Soren seemed to know it too. He expertly moved his fingers, his tempo perfectly keeping pace with the building pleasure in my body.
"Hmm..." He hummed thoughtfully. Finally, his eyes lit up, and the gold of his irises brightened even more than before.
"Ah, I know," Soren said. "Maybe I can mark you between your thighs."
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