Chapter 317

Vivienne

I gasp when I’m suddenly on my back, the cool sheets beneath me a stark contrast to the heat that courses through my veins.

Above me, Daphne looms, her hair framing her face in a wild, untamed mane, and that cunning grin in her eyes sending a shiver down my spine.

"My dear sister-in-law," she purrs, her voice a low, throaty growl that sends waves of desire crashing through me.

"How bad do you want this?"

I suppose the mental block that was stopping her is gone. Because she suddenly holds the back of my neck, her fingers digging into my skin with a possessive intensity, and kisses me.

Her lips capture mine in a fierce, demanding kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that leaves me breathless.

Before I can fully process the sensation, she thrusts deep inside me, her cock finding my most sensitive spots with a skill that leaves me reeling.

My eyes roll back, stars exploding behind my lids as waves of pleasure course through my body.

"It’s on you," she whispers against my ear, her breath hot and tempting. "You won’t be able to walk tomorrow."

I shudder, a mix of anticipation and fear coursing through my veins.

Daphne knows exactly how to touch me, how to bring me to the edge and keep me there, teasing and tantalizing until I’m begging for release.

She pins my hands above my head with one strong hand, her grip unyielding, possessive.

Her other hand finds my waist, holding me in place as she begins to move, her hips grinding against mine in a rhythm that leaves me breathless and aching for more.

Her pheremones, trap me and I struggle against her hands, but she doesn’t budge an inch.

I don’t even know why I’m struggling, this is exactly what I want.

Where I want to be.

The thrusts come harder now, deeper. She’s not playing anymore. She’s claiming me, splitting me open with a rhythm that has my head spinning.

"Kiss me please." I beg.

And she smirks and kisses me, slow, and deep I can’t do it.

I’m lost in the sensation, drowning in the intensity of her touch. Every movement, every whisper, every touch sends me spiraling higher, closer to the edge.

But it’s not just the physical touch that has me captivated; it’s the scent, her pheromones, that wrap around me like a cocoon, trapping me in a web of desire.

The pheromones are a cage.

They wrap around me, thick and suffocating, seeping into my pores, my blood, my brain. It’s not just a scent anymore; it’s a fog, a heavy, sweet haze that blurs the edges of my vision. The room spins.

The beige walls dissolve into a blur of color.

More.

More.

"More." I say wrapping my legs around her waist.

Every touch, every whisper, every movement sends me spiraling higher, closer to the edge.

But it’s not enough.

The friction is good. It’s incredible. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But it’s not enough. It’s like drinking water when you’re on fire and it just makes the fire burn hotter.

It’s everything.

It’s everywhere.

It’s in my nose, in my mouth, in my lungs. It’s Daphne. It’s heat. It’s need.

I’m not Vivienne anymore. I’m just a body. Just a wet, aching hole that needs to be filled.

"Daphne," I sob, the word barely intelligible.

She doesn’t answer. She just grunts, a low, animal sound that vibrates through her chest and into mine.

She bites me.

She snaps her teeth down on the sensitive skin of my shoulder, hard enough to bruise. I arch my back, a scream tearing from my throat, and she swallows it.

The pain mixes with the pleasure, a jolt of electricity that shoots straight to my core. It’s too much. It’s not enough.

"Harder," I babble, my voice cracking. "Please. Harder."

She doesn’t listen. She doesn’t have to. She knows what I need. She knows what we both need.

She starts to pound into me. The bed frame is banging against the wall, a steady, rhythmic thud that matches the rhythm of her hips.

My head is banging against the headboard, stars exploding behind my eyes, but I don’t care. I don’t even feel it.

I can’t feel anything except her. Her cock, her hands, her teeth, her scent.

It’s overwhelming. It’s consuming. It’s everything.

My hands are still pinned above my head, but I’m thrashing now, my legs kicking out, my heels digging into her back.

"Please," I gasp, the word tearing from my throat before I can stop it

I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore. For more? For her to stop? For the world to end?

She growls, a low, predatory sound, and she leans down, her teeth grazing my throat.

"Mine," she growls.

The word is possessive, claiming. And it sends me over the edge.

I can feel it building, that pressure, that aching, desperate need to be filled completely. It’s a physical pain, a screaming need to be knotted, to be locked inside her, to be inseparable from her.

"Knot," I chant, my voice a broken sob. "Knot. Knot. Knot."

I don’t even know what a knot is, not really. I just know that I need it. I need it so bad it feels like I’m dying.

I need to be stuck to her. I need to be hers forever.

Daphne looks down at me, her eyes wild, her face flushed, her chest heaving. She looks like she’s losing it too. She looks like a beast.

And I love it.

I love her like this.

I love her taking me like this.

I need to be stuck to her, unable to move, unable to think, just consumed by her.

"Knot me," I sob, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes, hot and fast.

"Please, Daphne, I need the knot. I need it. Please knot me."

My hips buck off the mattress, chasing her, chasing the friction that isn’t enough.

"More," I chant, my voice cracking. "I need more. I need to be full. I need you to fill me up."

She leans down, capturing my mouth in a kiss that’s desperate and bruising, swallowing my pleas. It’s a taste of her, of her heat, of her dominance, and it sends me spiraling further into the abyss.

I’m not Vivienne anymore.

I’m just a wet, needy hole for her