もののけ | monster | soshiro hoshina (Kaiju No. 8) (COMPLETE)

さんじゅうろく | thirty six

もののけ | kaiju | monster

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[A lengthy chapter ahead]

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Soshiro

"WRAP YOUR LEGS AROUND ME," I commanded, my voice thick with urgency and raw need.

Her eyes ignited with a mix of defiance and desire, her legs encircled my waist. The intensity in her gaze, the unspoken permission she gave me—it was everything I needed to lose control.

She had no idea what she had unleashed. She didn't know how I was going to break down every barrier, dismantle her pride, and strip her of her dignity.

Every ounce of pain she had inflicted on me over the years, every torment, every sleepless night spent yearning for her, I was going to repay her in kind.

I would make her feel the depth of my obsession, the extent of my desire.

I would imprint myself onto her soul just as she had unknowingly done to mine.

I guided her to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling before her as our lips parted reluctantly, a thin string of saliva connecting us for a brief, tantalizing moment. Her lips were already swollen and bruised from our fervent kisses, but my thirst for her was far from quenched.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

The thought of seeing blood excited me if it meant truly marking her as mine.

Despite the aggressive pull of my desire, I reached out gently, holding her leg where a bandage covered her recent injury. Our eyes locked, an unspoken understanding passing between us as I slowly lifted her leg, resting her ankle on my shoulder. My lips pressed against her skin, starting at her ankle, leaving soft, lingering kisses in my wake. I traced my tongue along her calves, savoring the taste of her, marking her with every touch, every breath, every inch of my need.

My lips traveled up her thighs, never once breaking eye contact. I could see her unraveling before me, her breath becoming heavy and erratic. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans, but I didn't want her to hold back. I needed to hear her. I needed her to scream my name as I claimed her completely.

A grin of satisfaction spread across my face as I began to suck on the tender skin of her inner thighs. She cried out, unable to contain herself, and the sound was like a symphony to my ears. I savored each moment, each gasp, as I left my mark on her. My lips and teeth worked in unison, creating a trail of bruises and love bites along her delicate skin.

I was relentless, my desire driving me to paint her thighs with my possessive touch. The taste of her skin, the way she trembled under my hands, it all fueled my hunger. I sucked and bit with fervor, each mark a testament to my claim over her. Her cries grew louder, more desperate. Good.