"What are you doing?" Michael didn't stop.I began to adapt to his rhythm. I calmed my breathing and said, "Mark me. Mark me, Michael.""Mark you?" Michael snorted. He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me. His penis slipped out of me. Then, he let go of his hand. At the same time, he forcefully pushed his hip and pierced me with his large penis to its hilt."Ah!" I screamed.I had already gotten used to Michael's size, but after being so violently and rapidly invaded, I still felt a little uncomfortable. I realized what I said might have made Michael unhappy, but I didn't know what was wrong with it.Didn't Michael always want to mark me?Did he bring me back just to punish me? Did he not want me anymore?Soon, I did not overthink. Michael was rough, but the pleasure was double.His hot penis rubbed against every corner of my body, and then the deepest part of my body was hit hard. The pleasure came fast and hard, and my moans were intermittent and never stopped.Michael seemed to be
Michael didn't say anything. He just kept pushing his crotch forward and into me.I could hear the embarrassing sound of my crotch being penetrated. He probably went in and out a hundred more times. I was constantly having orgasms. The fluid flowed out of my body as if all the water in my body would run out.I was in a trance.Suddenly, Michael's penis started throbbing. I looked at Michael in a daze and realized that this was a sign that he would ejaculate.He couldn't ejaculate in there.I suddenly regained some consciousness and was about to remind him when Michael suddenly pushed me away. My legs were lifted."Ah!" I screamed.Michael's actions threw me off balance, and I fell onto the bed.I felt Michael pull his wet penis out of my body and raise my hips with his hands. Then, I was forced into a position where my legs were wide open, and my private parts were facing him.I looked at him blankly. Michael looked down. I couldn't see his face. Instead, I could feel his burning gaze
Michael seemed so mad at me in bed that I almost lost the concept of day and night and was completely addicted to the never-ending rush of pleasure.Michael would feed me food and water at some point, and I would mechanically consume them. Then, in between the sex sessions, Michael would carry me to the bathroom to wash up, and sometimes we would just go at it again, and then Michael would carry me back to the bed soaking wet.I didn't even get a chance to put my clothes back on. So it was three days and three nights of debauchery.When I woke up on the fourth morning, I was surprised to find that Michael wasn't there, and I was wearing a nightdress. Damn it! No underwear.After days of nonstop sex, I felt weak and sore all over.This wasn't a break at all. On the contrary, the physical activities in bed were almost as exhausting as that of a person out having fun for three days straight.I rolled out of bed and felt like I could control my body for the first time in three days.It wa
"As I mentioned before, if you try to run away again, I’m going to punish you," Michael said calmly, though there was something dangerous in his eyes."These last three days didn’t count as punishment?" I shot back, staring at him in disbelief.For the past three days, I’d felt like my body was on the verge of breaking. Michael's relentless energy had left me feeling completely drained, like a rag doll that had been tossed around and discarded. I remembered when Kate had asked me what it was like to sleep with a Lycan prince. I hadn’t known how to answer then, but now? Now I knew. The only thing I could think of was how terrifyingly powerful he was. For three days straight, I wasn’t even sure if he’d slept at all. The only sensations I had were of being knocked out, waking up, and then it starting all over again."That’s what I’ve wanted to do to you for a long time," he said.I blinked, confused. "What?""You’ve been hiding things from me, haven’t you?" Michael continued, still eeril
This time, being trapped felt even more suffocating than before. I was confined not just to a room but to a bed—a prison with a five-meter radius. I could eat at the table, wash up in the bathroom, and little else. The chain that tethered me to this small space seemed more like a mockery of my freedom than a necessary precaution. There were moments when I wondered if I could somehow strangle myself with it, just to escape.Michael wasn’t taking any chances. He didn’t even give me any way to communicate with the outside world. No phone, no internet, no nothing. He made it clear that he wasn’t going to let me escape again. When I suggested that he at least let me have my textbooks and notes so I wouldn’t fall behind in school, he just shook his head, dismissing my request with a cold smile."I don't think you need that much space in your current situation," he said, gripping my chin firmly. His eyes bore into mine as he added, "You'll have plenty of time to focus on me instead of those
My fingers trembled as I reached down, the overwhelming heat radiating from between my legs already soaking through. I was dripping with need, a relentless, burning itch that demanded satisfaction. It was like a fire I couldn’t put out, spreading through me, driving me to the brink of madness.I hesitated for a moment, but the emptiness inside me was unbearable, urging me to act. I slid my fingers into the slick wetness, fumbling around, desperate to find the spot that would give me some relief. But nothing seemed to work. The frustration only grew, making me move my hand more frantically, hoping to stumble upon that elusive release.Then, suddenly, I felt a sharp tremor course through my body. My nails, still a bit too long, accidentally pressed directly against my clitoris. A jolt of pleasure shot through me, fierce and overwhelming, causing me to grit my teeth to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. But despite my efforts, a few soft, desperate sounds slipped out.The pleasur
Michael's rough kisses left me gasping for breath, my lips swollen and my tongue numb from his relentless assault. Saliva dripped down the corners of my mouth, mingling with the water that pooled around us. I tried to pull away, to catch a breath, but Michael mistook my movement for an attempt to escape. His response was swift and punishing—a sharp bite on my lip that made me wince. Then he deepened the kiss, his lips crashing against mine with a force that left me breathless.He had me completely pinned, his weight pressing down on my upper body, leaving me no room to move. I was trapped, forced to accept his relentless kisses as he took my breath away, leaving me teetering on the edge of suffocation.It didn’t feel like a kiss—it felt like a slow, deliberate destruction."Oh, my girl, my little she-wolf," Michael murmured, his voice thick with excitement as he held my face in his hands. His eyes burned with a fervor I had never seen before.There was no gentle foreplay this time. Mi
I sighed, feeling a small glimmer of hope. The removal of the chains, even if replaced by a new restraint, felt like progress. It was a sign that Michael's attitude toward me might be shifting, that perhaps there was hope of getting out of this "cage."I tried to recall what had happened last night that might have influenced Michael's change of heart, but my memories were clouded by a few fragmented, blush-worthy moments. Had it been because I’d taken the initiative for once? My ears burned at the thought. If that was the key to my freedom, then maybe it wasn't an impossible price to pay.I shook my head, trying to dispel the wild thoughts swirling in my mind. Michael had been different last night, unusually intense. We’d had sex frequently in recent days, but last night had been different. He had looked at me with a wild, almost possessive gleam in his eyes when he said, "You're finally going to be mine."I had already agreed to be his mate. I had promised him. So why was he emphasiz