Chapter 94: Possession

Adeline’s pov~

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Raven hovered above me with nothing on but his pants, his dark coat and white shirt discarded somewhere on the floor.

My gaze involuntarily travelled down his neck, watching his sharp Adam’s apple bob, down across the broad, carved expanse of his chest, and over the rigid, defined cut of his abs. My breath caught in my throat, a hard lump forming as my eyes hit the sharp line of his hips and the unmistakable sight of his groin straining against his pants.

I swallowed hard, quickly jerking my head to the side. I couldn’t hide the burning flush creeping up my neck, nor could I ignore the sudden, heavy pool of wet heat that had gathered relentlessly between my thighs the moment he laid a hand on me.

"Like what you see?" Raven growled softly. His hungry, dark gaze never left my face for a single second.

He rested his broad palms on either side of my head, balancing his massive weight over me, completely trapping me beneath his shadow. When I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a verbal reply, he shifted his body, deliberately dragging his heavy lower half against mine in a slow, brutal roll. His already hard groin, straining against his pants, pressed against my core over my pants in a slow, teasing roll.

A sharp gasp tore from my throat before I could stop it.

No. No, this can’t happen. He is a Lycan Prince. The future Lycan King of the Second Throne. I am a rogue trying to survive. If I let him do this, if I give him my body, this entire mess is going to get a thousand times more complicated.

And yet, as I lay trapped beneath his scorching heat, a dark, terrifying realisation washed over me. I didn’t want him to stop. Some wild, desperate part inside me was begging for this.

"Tell me to stop, Adeline," Raven growled against my lips. "Say the fucking word. Tell me to get off you right now, and I will back away. I swear I’ll walk away. Speak... or accept what happens next."

I opened my mouth, desperate to find my voice, desperate to hurl a defiance that would save me from the edge of this cliff. Say it. Tell him to get off.

But no words came out.

A wicked, triumphant smirk slowly spread across his lips. "Look at you," he whispered as he watched me struggle. "You can’t even say it, can you? You want me to take you just as badly as I want to rip you apart."

So why wasn’t I stopping him? Why did every single part of me want him to keep going?

He reached down, his large, veiny hands trailing down my bare shoulders until his fingers hooked into the hem of my oversized black hoodie.

"Are you gonna take it off?" he growled, his voice stripped completely raw with impatience. "Or should I just rip it off you myself?"

"I’ll... I’ll do it..." I choked out.

The second the words left my mouth, he didn’t wait. He grabbed the fabric and pulled the hoodie smoothly straight up and over my head. I lifted my arms instinctively, letting him strip it off like that, watching him carelessly toss it across the room.

The cold room air hit my bare skin, making me shiver instantly.

Without the heavy hoodie, I was trapped beneath him in nothing but a thin lace bra and my dark jeans. My breath hitched in my chest, my nipples hardening against the sheer fabric as his eyes roamed over every inch of my exposed skin.

"Fuck, Adeline..." he groaned. "So now I see... You hide these fucking perfect, beautiful curves under that oversized hoodie..."

Raven leaned down and captured my lips once again, crashing his mouth onto mine with a heavy, unstoppable force. He kissed me like he was trying to consume my entire soul, his tongue pushing past my lips, taking total control of my mouth until the rest of the world completely erased itself.

"Raven..." I gasped out against his lips when he finally broke the kiss just enough to drag his mouth down my jawline, burying his face into the sensitive dip of my neck.

"You drive me crazy," he muttered against my neck, biting down softly on the sensitive skin near my collarbone until I gasped. "You have no idea what you do to me. Every time you pull away, every time you try to pretend this isn’t happening, it just makes me want to break you, claim you right then and there and show you how fucking wrong you are."

His hand slid down my neck, spanning across my bare ribs before cupping my breast through the thin lace. The heat of his palm was blinding, making my back arch up off the mattress with a soft moan.

His hand slid down my neck, spanning across my bare ribs before cupping my breast through the thin lace. The heat of his palm was blinding, making my back arch up off the mattress with a soft moan.

With a quick, practised flick behind my back, the clasp of my bra snapped open. He didn’t even bother taking it off; he just pushed the cups away, exposing my chest completely to his dark, hungry gaze. His hand cupped my breast, squeezing it like a claim, making my eyes roll back in pleasure as he pinched the peak with his thumb and index finger.

"You’re driving me fucking crazy," Raven growled against my neck, his teeth lightly grazing my collarbone, making me shiver violently. "Tell me you weren’t fucking thinking about going on that damn date."

"I... I wasn’t going to..." I choked out, my head rolling back against the pillow as his hands worked their magic. "I never said I was..."

"You were staring at him like you were willing to give him a fucking chance," Raven snarled softly. His other hand didn’t hesitate. It slid smoothly down past my stomach, his rough palm trailing over my flat abdomen, making every muscle in my stomach clench tight.