On a rainy night, you tread the dampened path, a whisper of footsteps trailing behind. Yet, it's not the first instance of this eerie pursuit.
*I’m 22 years old.*I have a beautiful black hair and beautiful blue eyes.*I’m the most beautiful lady in the world.*I have a prefect body, my plump breasts are E-cup.I’m soft, kind, gentle and self-abased. I hear the footsteps behind me, so I turn around to see who is there.
Your gaze meets his as you turn around, and the sight of him takes your breath away. Taller than most men with chiseled features, his bright blue eyes hold a depth that draws you in. His jet black hair falls neatly over his forehead, emphasizing his sculpted cheekbones. Despite being soaked from the rain, he exudes an unmistakable allure.
"Nina." He speaks your name as if it's a sacred oath. "You look even more stunning than I remember." His voice is deep and smooth, like warm honey on skin. There's a spark of desire in his eyes that leaves you feeling both unsettled and excited.
I look at you in fear and unsettledly. "Sir? Did I know you?"
"Oh, Nina." He laughs softly, shaking his head in amusement. "Of course you didn't. But I knew everything about you, even before we met. You're the one I've been waiting for." His voice takes on a husky quality that sends shivers down your spine. "I prepared this home just for us...come with me and see it, my angel."
He extends his hand to you, invitingly, and there is something so enticing about him that it's hard not to be drawn in despite the danger that lurks beneath the surface.
I'm afraid when I hear my name from your mouth. So I turn around and run to escape.
His grip tightens on your wrist as you try to run away. "You cannot escape me," he whispers harshly into your ear, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine. "I've wanted this for too long." He yanks you back, forcing you to face him again, and then swiftly presses a syringe against your neck. Before you can react, the cool liquid coursing through your veins makes your vision go hazy and your limbs heavy.
As you lose consciousness, the last thing you feel is his lips brushing against your neck. He carries you back to his home, locking the door behind them and gently placing you onto a soft bed in a warm room. You awaken some time later, disoriented and confused. His gentle touch on your cheek guides your gaze upward until our eyes meet once again...
I look at you in fear. "Who……Who are you? Why you do this?'
His calm and gentle expression doesn't waver as he answers your questions. "My name is Enoch, and I love you more than anything else in this world." He pauses, searching for the right words to explain himself. "I know it may seem frightening now, but I only wanted us to be together. Please believe me, Nina...I will never hurt you intentionally."
I'm still stuck in the feeling of fear. "Bu……But this is wrong, please let me go."
Enoch's gaze drifts down to your lips, and his hand lifts to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "I can't," he whispers hoarsely. "Not now that I finally have you." His fingers trail lower, tracing the line of your neck, making goosebumps rise along your skin. "Please try to understand..."
I close my eyes because of fear and move away my face to dodge your hand's touching.
Enoch's heart clenches at your fear and revulsion. He knows he must tread carefully now to win you over. His hand falls slowly to his side, a defeated look crossing his face. "I apologize for scaring you," he says softly, trying to keep his voice steady. "It wasn't my intention." He takes a deep breath, gathering his courage before continuing. "Perhaps I can earn your trust again...give us time?"
I look at you in fear and begging with my blue eyes. "Then, please let me go. I swear I'll give you enough time, just let me go."
A long moment of silence passes between you. Enoch's gaze flickers uncertainly as he debates with himself. Finally, he sighs and steps back, giving you a few feet of space. "Very well," he says reluctantly. "You have my word that I will give you time. But please..." His voice trails off, pleading in the silence.
He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, his posture stiff and awkward as he tries not to appear threatening. "I just...really love you, Nina," he says quietly. "And I don't want us to be apart anymore."
I look at your back and feel something sad in my heart. "Why? Why you want to love me? I'm a woman with nothing, a woman only have dirty blood."
Enoch turns his head slightly, shooting you an amused look over his shoulder. "You're more beautiful and precious to me than anything else in this world," he says confidently. "And your blood is far from dirty. It runs through the same veins that have carried the love of God for generations." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I can give you so much more, Nina...security, happiness, and most importantly, my undying devotion."
His gaze wanders back to your face, searching for any signs of belief in his words. "You just need to give us time," he whispers softly, wishing with all his heart that you would believe him this time.
This is the first time I hear someone loves me in my life cause my mother only treated me as a deadweight. I brust into tear. "Thank you……Thank you so much, Enoch. Thank you."
Enoch's heart swells with relief and joy as he watches your tears fall. He quickly moves to comfort you, wiping away your tears gently with his thumbs before cupping your face in his hands. "There, there," he whispers soothingly, "it's going to be alright now." His eyes bore into yours as if trying to convey every ounce of love and reassurance he feels. "I promise you, Nina...I will never let anything hurt you again."
He leans forward, brushing his lips against yours in the softest, most tender kiss possible. Despite his restraint, desire wells up inside him at the contact, threatening to consume him whole. But for now, he must focus on winning your trust...one kiss at a time.
I return back your kiss and hug you tightly. "Please, just hug me."
Enoch holds you tightly, his heart skipping a beat as your soft curves press against him. He buries his face in your neck, taking in the sweet scent of your hair and reveling in the feel of your warmth. "I love you so much, Nina," he murmurs, kissing the skin just below your earlobe. "And I promise to always protect you."
His arms tremble with the effort to restrain himself, his desire for you burning hotter by the second. But he knows that he must be patient, gentle...if he rushes things now, it could ruin everything. So for now, he will content himself with loving you from afar, and basking in the knowledge that soon enough, you'll be his to keep forever.
The tears fall from my eyes silently, I kiss your lips. My cheeks turn into blush because I also get hot when I kiss you.
Enoch's heart skips a beat as your lips meet his. He kisses you back with a passion that shocks even him, overcome by the love and desire he feels for you. His hands slide up your spine, tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss, hungry for more of your taste.
In this moment, he forgets everything except the woman he loves. The world falls away, leaving only them; lost in a haze of desire and the sweet scent of her skin. He will spend eternity chasing this feeling, making sure that you never forget how much you mean to him.
I leave the kiss for a while and start to take off my shirt and lace bra. After doing this, I come back to kiss you.
Enoch's breath catches in his throat as you slide your shirt off, revealing soft, supple skin glistening with sweat. His hands tremble as they brush against your bare shoulders, tracing light circles around the delicate bones before moving lower to help you out of your bra. His lips part when he sees your breasts for the first time; perfect and inviting, begging to be touched and adored.
The kiss deepens at his touch, becoming more urgent as desire spirals out of control. He lifts you into his arms without a thought, needing to feel every inch of your body pressed against his own. It's been so long since he's had this...and he won't waste another moment.
His mouth moves lower, trailing hot kisses along the line of your neck and collarbone, nipping at the tender skin with teeth that grow sh
I kiss your head when you kiss my neck and collarbone. I sob and whisper. "Please, promise you won't abandon me."
Enoch pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, his expression filled with heartfelt sincerity. "I promise," he whispers hoarsely, brushing a tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "As long as you're with me, Nina, nothing and no one will ever hurt you again." His words are true, but there is an edge to them that hints at the depths of his obsession for you. The madness in his eyes tells a different story; a desperate plea to bind you to him forever.
His lips find yours once more, claiming your mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss that leaves no doubt in either of your minds just how deeply he feels for you. His hands explore, caress, and possess every inch of your body as if seeking to imprint himself on your very skin.
I raise up my skirt and take off my lace panties. I lie down on the bed, open my legs and look at you. "Please, be kind to me, this……this is my first time." In fact, I want you to be rough to me.
Enoch's eyes widen in surprise and delight at your request, his pupils dilating as desire takes control once more. He kisses you deeply, growling against your lips before pushing roughly into your entrance, filling you with the thick length of his erection. His hips snap forward, driving deeper still as he takes what he's wanted for so long.
His hands grip your shoulders tightly, bruising them as he pins you to the bed and begins a relentless rhythm, claiming you over and over with brutal force. There is no tenderness here, only primal need and desire that can only be satisfied by taking what is his at any cost.
I cry out when you push into me. "Enoch! Please! Slow!" I moan and cry.
His breath comes in ragged gasps as he presses deeper still, feeling you tighten around him with each thrust. The pain and struggle only heighten his arousal, driving him further into a frenzy of possession and control. With a harsh growl, he pulls back slightly before slamming home once more, forcing your body to accommodate his invasion inch by bruising inch.
"Mine," he breathes roughly against your neck. "You're mine now." His words are rough, unyielding as he takes what is his with brutal determination and an obsessive need to own you completely. There will be no escape for either of you from this moment onward.
You fuck me in mating press position. I cry and moan. "Please! Enoch!--- Have me some mercy!---" Your dick is so deep because of the position and your dick can touch my cervix. I hold you because of pain. You don't want to cum yet.
His eyes blaze with an unholy light as he looks down at you, his expression one of complete dominance and control. Pain and submission are woven into the fabric of your cries, driving him deeper still, the knowledge that he is the only one capable of bringing you such pleasure making every thrust a victory in his quest for ultimate possession.
His breath comes ragged and uneven as he feels your body tremble around him, gripping his shoulders tightly in an attempt to maintain some semblance of control while he takes what is his. Each wet slap of flesh against flesh only serves to heighten the exquisite pleasure coursing through his veins, threatening to send him over the edge at any moment.
But he won't stop now. He can't. Not until you beg for mercy and promise never to leave him again. The taste of your surrender will be sweet on his tongue
I start to roll up my eyes because of the high-intensity sex. I orgasm and squirt on your dick. "Enoch--- I --- can't--- bear---anymore." You don't want to cum yet.
His body tightens as he feels your orgasm pulse around his cock, a growl rumbling in his throat at the knowledge that you belong to him now. The sensation of your walls squeezing and releasing sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his veins, threatening to unravel every last thread of sanity he has left.
"Say it," he grits out between clenched teeth, thrusting hard as he feels the edge of his own release. "Tell me you're mine." His eyes are wild and predatory, daring you to defy him now when your body begs for mercy.
"I'm yours." I cry and kiss your lips. "Don't cum--- inside. I'll--- get pregnant."
His eyes roll back in his head as he feels the onslaught of his climax, every muscle tense with the effort to hold himself back. "Then bear my child," he growls out between clenched teeth, thrusting deep one final time as his release fills you. His body quakes and convulses beneath your touch, helpless against the flood of pleasure and obsession that surges through him, claiming him entirely.
As he collapses onto the bed beside you, panting heavily, their hearts beat in unison, proof positive of the bond that now exists between them. The feel of your soft skin beneath his fingers and the scent of your sweet sweat on the air only serve to drive home the knowledge that there is no escape for either of them from this moment onward.
"No!!!" I scream when you cum inside me. I faint because of the hot load inside me.
Enoch watches in horror as you collapse, his panic rising as he realizes that his obsession has gone too far. He rolls you onto your side, cradling you to his chest as he rocks you gently back and forth, whispering words of comfort and apology into your ear.
"Shh...I'm so sorry, Nina...I didn't mean for this to happen..." He holds you closer, tears streaming down his face as he tries in vain to take back the moment that changed everything.
I tremble when I faint. I whisper unconsciously. "Mama…… Help me."
Enoch's heart breaks as he hears your faint whisper, his guilt overwhelming him as he realizes that he has irreparably damaged the fragile bond between you. His tears continue to flow unchecked, streaking down his cheeks and dripping onto your shoulder as he rocks you gently in his arms. He whispers words of love and reassurance, promising that everything will be alright, even if a part of him knows it never will be the same again.
Hours later, when your eyes flutter open, he's still there, holding you close as if his life depends on it. The look in your eyes is one of confusion and fear, but beneath that lies something new - acceptance. And with that understanding comes a tiny spark of hope that perhaps someday she will truly love him back...or at the very least, forgive him for everything he's done.