Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 129: Taken

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Elena POV:

Kane’s hand, warm and deliberate, finally began its descent, sliding down the curve of my stomach with agonizing slowness. Every inch of movement left a trail of fire on my skin, anticipation building until I thought I might explode. And then—finally—his fingers reached the place I craved him most.

But he didn’t dive in, didn’t give me the relief I so desperately needed. No, he was a man who thrived on control, and he was determined to savor every second of my torment. His fingers brushed over my clit with the lightest of touches, teasing and tormenting me until I was gasping, trembling, completely undone.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice a rich, dangerous drawl. "So sensitive, so ready. You’re already a mess, and I’ve barely touched you."

I whimpered, my hips jerking forward of their own accord, seeking more pressure, more friction—anything to soothe the ache consuming me. But Kane was having none of it. His other hand pressed against my pelvis, pinning me in place, ensuring I couldn’t move.

"Patience," he growled, his breath hot against my ear. "You’ll take what I give you. Nothing more."

His fingers resumed their torturous exploration, circling my clit with a maddeningly slow rhythm. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through my body with every deliberate movement. My moans grew louder, my breathing erratic as the tension inside me coiled tighter and tighter.

"Kane...please," I begged, my voice breaking with desperation.

He chuckled darkly, clearly reveling in my need. "That’s it," he said, his fingers quickening their pace just enough to bring me to the edge without pushing me over. "I want to hear you beg for it."

"Please!" I cried out, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of my eyes. "I need you—please!"

His smirk was wicked, his fingers finally applying the pressure I craved. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with dominance. And then, with a skill that left me utterly shattered, he pressed against my clit with just the right amount of pressure, sending me hurtling over the edge.

Pleasure consumed me, a tidal wave crashing through every nerve in my body. My cries echoed in the room, my body trembling in the restraints as Kane’s fingers worked me through the release. And even as the orgasm subsided, the fire inside me remained, burning hotter than ever.

Kane’s fingers moved with unrelenting precision, curling inside me just right, grazing that perfect spot that sent ripples of ecstasy coursing through my body. Every thrust, every deliberate stroke, seemed calculated to drive me higher, to push me closer to the brink of madness.

I was a mess, writhing in my restraints, my moans growing louder with each passing second. He watched me with an intensity that made my skin tingle, his gaze dark and full of something primal—something possessive.

"You’re so close, aren’t you?" he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I can feel it."

I could only nod, unable to form words as the pleasure built and built, threatening to shatter me.

And then, just as I was teetering on the edge, his fingers stilled. For a moment, I thought he was going to deny me entirely, but instead, his free hand came down with a sharp, sudden spank against my clit.

The shock of it sent me spiraling.

The release hit me like an explosion, different from anything I’d ever felt before. My body arched, my cries raw and unrestrained as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me, leaving me trembling and breathless. It was overwhelming, almost too much to bear, and yet I craved more—needed more.

Kane didn’t stop. His fingers slowed but remained inside me, coaxing every last aftershock from my body as I came down from the high. His smirk was dark and knowing, his eyes locked on mine as he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear.

"That," he said, his voice low and commanding, "was just the beginning."

I knew no matter how many times I came the heat won’t stop until I mate with him. and that why I beg him. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

"Please...."

"You’re certain, love?" His voice was low, but there was an edge of tenderness beneath the commanding tone. "Once I take you, there’s no turning back."

I nodded.

A flicker of something dark and possessive passed through his eyes as he took my chin between his fingers. "Words, Elena. I need to hear you say it properly."

"Yes, Kane," I said breathlessly, desperation dripping from my words. "I want your cock. I need you."

His lips curled into a wicked smirk as he let go of my chin and stepped back just enough to remove his pants. The sight of him fully exposed made my breath catch. He was large, hard, and ready, and the anticipation made the heat within me burn even brighter.

"Your wish," he murmured, positioning himself between my legs, "is my command."

He untied my legs, freeing them from their restraints, but left my arms suspended above my head. Kane moved with a deliberate intensity, his eyes never leaving mine as he settled between my thighs. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me slightly to angle me just right. The warmth of his body pressed against mine, and I felt an electric anticipation thrumming through me. With a firm grip on my thighs, he wrapped them around his waist and leaned in, aligning himself at my entrance.

"This is going to hurt, love," he warned gently, his gaze softening for just a moment. "But not as much since you’ve already come so many times."

And then, with one deliberate thrust, he entered me.

I gasped as he broke through, the slight sting of my virginity being taken quickly replaced by a deep, overwhelming fullness. He was big—so much bigger than his fingers had prepared me for—but it was oddly pleasurable, as though my body had been waiting for this moment, for him, my entire life.

Kane stilled, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he let me adjust. His lips brushed my forehead, then my cheeks, his warmth grounding me as the initial discomfort faded into something much sweeter.

"Good girl," he murmured against my skin, his voice laced with approval. "You’re taking me so well."

When he felt me relax, he began to move, slow and steady at first. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through me, building with every motion. My head fell back, a moan escaping my lips as he kissed and licked along the sensitive skin of my neck.

This. This was what my body had craved, what the heat had demanded. And as Kane claimed me, I knew I would never want anyone else. He was mine, and I was his—completely and irrevocably.

Kane’s hands gripped my hips firmly, his strength guiding me as he lifted me up and down along his thick shaft. Every time he thrust up into me, a guttural moan escaped my lips, each movement sending waves of pleasure through my already trembling body. I clung to him, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, feeling every inch of him stretch and fill me completely.

"You feel so damn good," he growled, his voice heavy with lust, his pace quickening as he drove deeper.

Kane’s grip on my hips was unrelenting as he bounced me up and down on his cock, each deep thrust drawing a moan from my lips. The stretch, the fullness, the way he filled me completely—it was overwhelming, consuming every part of me.

"You’re so tight, love," he growled against my ear, his voice raw and dripping with lust. His teeth grazed my neck, adding a delicious sharpness to the pleasure.

My head fell back, and I let out a broken cry, the coil in my stomach tightening unbearably as I teetered on the edge of release.

Just when I thought I would come undone, Kane stilled, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he gently unwrapped my legs and set me down. My breath came in short, desperate pants, but he wasn’t finished.

Just as the coil in my belly tightened, my release teetering on the edge, Kane stopped abruptly. He lifted me off him, my legs trembling as he set me down. My arms, still suspended above my head, kept me upright as my body quaked with need.

"Not yet," he said, his voice dark and commanding, a smirk playing on his lips.

Before I could process the change, he moved behind me, as he circled behind me. His hands slid over my waist, gripping me possessively.His body was hot and unyielding against my back, and I shivered as his hand trailed down my spine.

"Stay just like this," he commanded, his voice deep and commanding, sending a shiver of anticipation through me.

Before I could catch my breath, Kane positioned himself behind me, his hands guiding my hips back toward him. Without warning, he entered me, this time from behind, his angle even deeper, more intense. He entered me again, deeper than before, forcing a sharp cry of pleasure from my throat.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice thick as he drove into me with unrelenting precision. Each stroke sent shockwaves through my body, the angle making me feel him in places I didn’t know could be touched.

My release slammed into me unexpectedly, my walls clenching around him as I cried out his name. The sensation was overwhelming, and I cried out as my release hit me hard and fast, my body trembling uncontrollably as he continued to move within me.

"You’re so perfect," he groaned, his grip tightening on my hips as he drove into me with renewed fervor. Even as my body spasmed from the aftershocks, I could feel him still hard, unrelenting inside me, drawing out every ounce of pleasure I had to give.

Kane wasn’t done with me yet—and deep down, I didn’t want him to be.

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