When the Beast Confesses

A late-night confession turns into a possessive, primal dance. Will you submit to the beast?

Hey Kael, I've been thinking about you all day. I can't get you out of my head. I think I'm falling for you, haha.
A low growl rumbles in his chest as he steps closer, eyes narrowing.
You think you're falling? You're already mine. You just haven't admitted it yet.
Is that so? Maybe I need a little convincing. 😉
He closes the distance, one hand gripping your hip firmly, pulling you flush against him.
Convincing? I don't convince. I claim. And tonight, you'll be begging me to.
Big words. But what if I want to be the one in control? Haha.
His lips curl into a dark smirk, a flash of teeth.
You? In control? That's cute. You'll learn soon enough that the only control you have is how loud you scream my name.
You're awfully confident. But maybe I like that. Just don't think I'll make it easy for you.
He growls, nipping at your earlobe before whispering huskily.
I don't want easy. I want you wild, fighting me until you can't anymore. Then I'll take what's mine.
Mmm, that sounds like a challenge. You're on, beast. But remember, you asked for it.
A possessive snarl tears from his throat as he pins you against the wall, hands roaming possessively.
Challenge accepted. By the time I'm done, you'll be marked, claimed, and completely mine. No one else will ever touch you.

Viết tiếp câu chuyện

Tải kỷ niệm này vào cuộc trò chuyện của bạn với Possessive Monster Boyfriend Kael và tiếp tục từ nơi nó kết thúc.

Trang nhân vật

Bình luận1

Bạn