98: HEAT (2)

HEAT (2)

Iris cried out at the sudden movement while her fear of darkness gripped her heart so tight. She tried to pull down the blindfold around her eyes, yet, Cane's soothing touch on her cheeks made her still. His warm breath caressed her neck.

Iris was overwhelmed, but Cane simply laid atop of her, she felt his clothed body blanketing her.

No, his body was not clothed anymore. Iris noted instantly when her fingers met his naked skin. He had removed his clothing.

Cane slowly lowered his eyes over her well developed breasts, flat belly and voluptuous body. There was truly no turning back now.

His hand snaked to her breast and he twerked her nipple, applying slight pressure at the same time. Iris let out a small whimpering voice, trying to push back against him. Such unfamiliar responses from herself confused and scared her at the same time.

He spread her thighs wider with his knees and touched her down there, readying her to take the full length of him. His fingers pressed against her womanhood, as she jerked involuntarily when his fingers went deeper inside her.

Cane caressed her cheek again to make her relax, as he worked one more finger into her tight channel. Iris gritted her teeth when she felt invaded, tears fell from her eyes, seeped through her blindfold, as she was not sure what to feel. Was she being hurt? But, she didn't want him to stop.

She wanted him to touch her even more. The heat was akin to an assault now. Cane fingers worked inside her. He took his time now, making it more bearable for her to endure the actual deed. 

And as Iris rode out her first climax on his fingers, Cane let out a guttural groan. He didn't hesitate to plunge himself into her opening, holding her hips as he worked himself inside her. He didn't shove right in, like he did that night in the library, instead he pushed slowly, stretching her until he was all the way inside her.

Iris gripped the bedsheet. It burned and it hurt, but there was something else, a feeling she couldn't explain.

Fear lingered in her heart and for a moment, it overcame her heat, as she was afraid that he would hurt her again, but he didn't.

Cane began to move inside her, as she whimpered. He kept up steady thrusts until she had the unbearable urge to draw him closer to her. 

But, soon enough he set a punishing pace, plunging in and out of her, as she was moaning underneath him, making little sounds of pleasure that she would be embarrassed about if she was sober enough.

Her eyes closed as pleasure seeped through her, replacing the pain of her heat. Her body trembled under the onslaught, as she reveled in the sensations she didn't understand, but felt overwhelmed under.

When he tangled his hand in her hair, she stiffened immediately, she remembered how he had yanked her hair in the library. It was so painful, she felt her scalp being burned.

However, Cane didn't do it, he cupped her face, running his callous palm against her cheek gently, while his other hand snaked down to caress the nub between her legs.

"Oh…!" The sound escaped Iris lips in a breathy exclamation, the same time he thrusted into her.

This time, his fingers gripped her hips, holding her in place, as he savagely invaded her. She felt so full of him, as his scent embedded into her skin. Every movement and touch sent shockwaves of agony and pleasure through her, she whimpered and yelped.

The alpha thrusted harder and deeper, he filled her to the brim until Iris thought she would split in two. He was big, too big. The feel of him inside her was so overwhelming. The bed creaked under his movements.

Iris didn't know she started screaming, until he suddenly wrapped his fingers around her neck, cutting off her air and the screams.

Cane breathing came faster, harsher as he thrusted again and again, while suffocating her. He lost it.

She tried to fight him, to twist her body away from the intense brutality of his thrusts because Cane seemed to have lost himself. His mind spiraled down the dark path, his memories of his slavery days surged forward and he treated her as one of his sex partners when Gerald and the other alphas wanted something to amuse them.

"No!" He groaned sharply when Iris tried to fight him, angling his hips to thrust into her even deeper and harder.

She screamed hoarsely as her body raptured into tiny million pieces, her inner muscles clenched helplessly around his shaft.

He pulsed and jerked within her.

No, there was no longer pleasure, it was only pain. Iris felt so much pain. The fire within her was abated a bit, but she couldn't breathe right now.

Without her knowing, she squeezed her inner muscles around him, giving him what he needed. He felt her gripping him so hard.

Cane was violent and cruel, every stroke measured for pain rather than pleasure now, hurting her with urgency.

He was twisted. Years of slavery under alpha Gerald broke something inside him, something that couldn't be fixed.

He groaned and moaned against her, as he pinched her nipples hard and at the same time, he sunk his teeth into her neck, the spot where he placed his mark on her.

Iris screamed, as he thrusted again, filling her completely, then he froze and released his seed.2

Hot, wet streams spurt deep inside her, on and on. His grip around her neck tightened further, only a bit less harder than breaking her neck completely.

He was shivering against her and the second the last pulse of his release filled her, the stickiness of his release dripped to the sheet, it lasted longer than any of his climaxes and finally he spared her neck, but she couldn't bring herself to move.

Once it was done, Cane pulled out and moved back, away from her, he stared at Iris' weak and trembling body, the things he had done to her. Heat emanated from his skin, as he watched her bruised neck from strangulation.

His dark eyes were glued to her naked body, taking in the damage he inflicted.

Her skin was full of cuts because he didn't realize that his claws emerged when he held her hips. There was fresh blood on her neck, as he bit her earlier.

Dread coursed through him.

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