Chapter 194: Pinned Her Wrists While Bleeding Against Her Lips***

Chapter 194: Chapter 194: Pinned Her Wrists While Bleeding Against Her Lips***

I kept thrusting while I looked straight into her eyes.

The same intensity she had shown on the exam rooftop was there again: wild, focused, almost feral.

Only now it was wrapped around pleasure instead of combat.

Her red irises were blown wide, cheeks flushed, mouth open on every stroke.

"You serious?"

"...Yes."

Her fingers drove into my hair and pulled hard enough to sting.

The sharp pain shot straight down my spine and made my cock throb inside her.

"Do it," she ordered, voice rough.

"I can handle myself."

I leaned down and kissed her, hips never stopping.

The new angle let me drive deeper.

Each thrust punched an obscene sound from the place we were joined.

I moved to her neck, lips and teeth finding the marks I had already left, but Giselle yanked my head back by the hair, so I was forced to meet her eyes again.

"Do it."

"No."

Both of her legs locked around my waist like a vice, her foot digging into the small of my back, keeping me buried to the hilt.

I glared down at her.

"Giselle—"

"You don’t get to choose."

"I do. It’s mine."

"Not right now."

She was soaked, her walls gripping me in tight pulses that made it almost impossible not to come, yet she refused to let me pull out even an inch.

The sensation was maddening.

"It will hurt you."

She slapped me.

The crack of her palm across my cheek lit every nerve I had left.

Something darker pushed up from under my ribs.

I caught both of her wrists, pinned them above her head with one hand, and crushed my mouth to hers, biting her lower lip hard enough to make her gasp.

"Mmph— that’s it—"

I kissed her deeper, still refusing to open the drain pathway, and snapped my hips harder.

The bedframe slammed the wall.

Giselle tried to match me, tried to keep the upper hand even while pinned, but every deep thrust forced another broken sound out of her throat.

Her head surged up, and she bit my neck: not the careful, claiming kind from earlier.

This was hard, angry, teeth sinking deep enough that I felt skin threaten to break.

"Ugh—"

Pain and heat flooded me.

I ripped one hand free from her wrists, fisted it in the white hair at the back of her skull, and dragged her head back so she had to look at me.

"You gone crazy?"

Her eyes burned.

"Yes. Ever since that day."

"What?"

"Imagine how you feel right now — stuck, full, unable to leave, except this is consensual. That day on the exam, it was not. This is how I felt. Trapped under you while your hands held me down and you took my energy like it already belonged to you."

Her legs tightened until it almost hurt.

"I need to feel it again. Properly. So I can learn how to stop it next time."

"That’s... not me."

"Not you?"

She laughed, short and sharp.

"Then who?"

"I can’t tell you."

Giselle surged up and bit my lower lip hard enough to split it.

Blood flooded both our mouths.

She sucked on the cut, eyes locked on mine, and whispered against the blood,

"Just... do it."

Her legs finally loosened.

Something in me snapped.

I stopped holding back.

My hips drove into her with full strength, long and deep and relentless.

The kiss turned violent: blood and saliva and the wet slap of our bodies filling the suite.

Giselle moaned into my mouth, the sound raw and unguarded.

Her pinned wrists flexed uselessly under my hand.

Every thrust forced her higher up the bed until her head nearly touched the headboard.

"Revien— ah—"

"You wanted it," I growled against her mouth.

"Take it."

I shifted both of her legs over my shoulders, folding her almost in half, and slammed home.

The new depth tore a cry from her that was pure surrender.

Her cunt clenched around me in frantic waves.

The fragment under my ribs burned white-hot, feeding on every pulse of her pleasure and feeding it back doubled.

[Drain pathway: Available — Manual activation only]

I still didn’t open it.

Instead, I fucked her through the rising orgasm, watching her face come apart.

Giselle’s eyes lost focus.

Her mouth fell open.

The careful, calculating Empress’s daughter disappeared completely.

What writhed under me was only need.

"I’m— I’m going to—"

"Come for me, Giselle..."

She broke.

Her entire body seized.

A long, shattered moan ripped out of her as her pussy locked down on my cock in violent spasms, soaking us both.

Her eyes rolled back, white showing for a split second, throat exposed and working as she struggled to breathe through the climax.

The sight dragged me over with her.

I buried myself to the base and came hard, thick pulses flooding her while her walls kept milking every drop.

The force of it left my vision spotted.

I kept thrusting through the aftershocks, slower but still deep, until her trembling started to ease and the desperate sounds turned into broken little whimpers.

Only then did I still.

I stayed inside her, both of us shaking, blood from my lip smeared across her mouth and chin.

Giselle’s chest heaved.

Her wrists remained pinned above her head until I finally released them.

Immediately her hands found my back and held on.

For several long seconds, the only sound in the suite was our breathing and the faint wet drip of our combined release leaking out around my cock.

Giselle’s voice, when it came, was hoarse.

"You didn’t do it."

"No."

"Why?"

I brushed sweat-matted white hair from her face with my free hand.

Her eyes were still hazy, but the question was sharp underneath.

"Because you asked for the pain so you could learn to fight it," I said.

"I’m not going to be the one who teaches you by hurting you on purpose. Not like that. Not again."

She stared at me for a long moment.

Then her legs, still weak, slowly wrapped back around my waist, not trapping this time, just holding.

"You’re still hard."

"Your fault."

A breathless, almost disbelieving laugh left her.