Magnus Hale
My hips move on their own. With every thrust, his gagging echoes-
sinful, more exciting than any moan I’ve ever heard. The wet, obscene
sound drives me mad, and I yield to instinct, accelerating, brutal,
savage, thrusting deep until I feel him lose himself in the choke.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me. No matter how many times he gags,
he continues to stare at me, devoutly, as if he were in worship.
This vision is hell itself.
And I accept it.
“Adrian…” I moan his name, my voice broken, consumed by pleasure.
“Shit…”
The hungry glint in his eyes betrays something else: his hand is
moving frantically between his own legs. He touches himself while he
swallows me whole, and that explodes something inside me.
The scene is so obscene that I am lost beyond return. I hold his head
firmly, pushing with force, burying myself to the hilt, and I come deep
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in his throat, groaning out loud as I hit the limit.
He swallows it all. Every drop. He doesn’t pull away, doesn’t look
away, and doesn’t flinch. He just keeps looking at me, as if the entire
world were this moment.
Ex
Panting, I pull my harness out, but he gives me no quarter. He
continues to masturbate, fast and desperate. To provoke him, I swipe
my still–sensitive cock across his red, swollen lips. The whimpering
sound that escapes him makes me shudder.
Then he reaches his own limit, coming into his own hand, making a
mess of himself without ever taking his eyes off me.
It’s dirty.
It’s obscene.
It’s far too sinful.
And for the first time, I carry no regret for losing myself in this
pleasure.
с
Adrian stands up slowly, his eyes still shining with that controlled
madness. He pulls me into another kiss without asking, and I can
taste my own cum mixed with his–warm, salty, and far too intimate.
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It’s a calm kiss, quick, almost a profane peck. When he pulls away, he
has a satisfied, sinful smile.
“Good morning, my love,” his voice comes out low and hoarse, as if
still carrying the taste of what just happened.
I huff, half–amused, half–incredulous at what we just did.
“Morning, Adrian.”
He kisses my cheek with a touch of affection.
“Let’s finish our shower and then have breakfast,” he says, picking up
the soap.
I stare at him, confused, narrowing my eyes.
“Will I… be able to leave?” I ask, suspicion dripping from my voice.
Adrian gives me a slow smile and leans in, pressing a kiss to my
throat.
“Of course. I see no need to lock you up now that you are open to
loving me. There’s no reason for it anymore.” His voice is sweet.
He lathers his hands and begins to wash my body with care. Every
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touch is slow, almost reverent, as if I were something sacred. I can see
in his eyes how much he enjoys this–not just touching me, but having me like this, exposed, trusting him.
He looks happy, genuinely happy, as if this moment were more intimate than anything else we’ve ever done.
Yeah… I’ve lost this fight. I’m going to let this boy into my heart. But
I promise myself one thing: I am just as possessive as he is. If he ever
decides he doesn’t want me anymore, he will still be mine. Always.
I open my eyes and return to reality. I don’t know if I want to go to
the cafeteria. Facing my former soldiers, feeling the weight of their
stares, and hearing the laughter again. The mere memory of it turns
my stomach.
“Ah… I forgot to mention, love,” Adrian’s voice cuts through my
thoughts.
When I look at him, that glint of madness is already there, burning deep in his eyes.
“You don’t need to worry about certain people trying to humiliate you anymore. I’ve already given them a small warning.” He says it
naturally, as if it were something simple and inevitable.
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I stare at him suspiciously, a shiver running down my spine.
“A small warning? What exactly?” I ask, already knowing the answer
won’t be simple.
His smile spreads, macabre, showing a completely different person
from the one who kissed me a moment ago. This is the predator, not
the lover.
E
“I didn’t do much. I just shot one in the head and turned fear and
despair into weapons.” His voice doesn’t tremble. It’s almost a banal
report.
し
I stare at him, confused, trying to grasp how far he went.
“What did you do, Adrian?”
He runs his thumb over my lips as if he wants to silence me, and his
gaze turns serious, even more sickly.
“I forced Branco to kill his own companions in exchange for his life.
Then, I ordered him to help the guards get rid of the bodies by
throwing them off the mountain cliff.” He smiles lightly, almost like a
child. “All because they had the audacity to try to humiliate you and
laugh at you.”
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I am shocked by the revelation. I open my mouth to complain, but I close it. I should be bothered by this–it’s wrong, extremely grave- but the truth is they didn’t think twice before humiliating me.
And even if all of this is a monstrosity, he did it for me. And that carries weight.
I turn my back to him, trying to hide the mix of feelings consuming
- me.
“Wash my back,” is all I say.
His smile is immense, almost radiant.
“Yes, love,” he responds with that sickly calm.
I don’t need to say “thank you” in words. Because, deep down, I know
the fault is his–he is the one who put me in this position.
But in some twisted, impossible way, I am actually grateful.
As soon as we finish our shower, Adrian hands me my toothbrush,
already loaded with toothpaste. The two of us stand side by side, brushing our teeth. He pulls the brush out of his mouth before I do
and speaks in that calm tone.
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“Before you get dressed, love… I need to apply the ointment to your
beautiful buttocks again. And you’re going to take your medicine, but
only after you eat. Taking medicine on an empty stomach is bad for
you.”
I almost laugh at the way he talks–not out of mockery, but because
it’s strange to see this kind of care. I just nod in silence. I finish
brushing my teeth and turn off the shower. As always, he takes
charge.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
