Marked by Midnight 2

Jae barely had time to breathe.

Kael didn’t even pull out—he stayed buried deep, his body a wall of heat and muscle pressing Jae into the mattress. “You thought I was done?” he growled, dragging his teeth down Jae’s neck. “Oh no, baby. I’m just getting started.”

Jae opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a strangled moan as Kael rolled his hips again—slow, brutal, and punishing. His hand wrapped around Jae’s throat, just enough pressure to make Jae’s eyes flutter.

“You like it when I use you like this, don’t you?” Kael hissed, his other hand gripping Jae’s waist so hard there’d be bruises. “My pretty little thing, taking everything I give you. Fucking made for me.”

He thrust again—hard. Again—deeper. No rhythm, no mercy. Just pure possession. Jae was crying out now, voice raw, back arching with every snap of Kael’s hips. He wasn’t just being fucked—he was being owned.

Kael leaned closer, tongue tracing the shell of Jae’s ear. “You said you were mine… so I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else. No one’s ever gonna make you feel like this again. You hear me?”

Jae nodded desperately, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. “Y-yours—fuck—I’m yours, Kael, please—”

That one word lit Kael up. With a growl, he flipped Jae over, dragging him onto all fours, slamming back in with a feral moan. His fingers dug into Jae’s hips, dragging him back against every brutal thrust.

Slap.

Kael’s hand came down hard on Jae’s ass, leaving a red print. “Count for me,” he ordered, voice rough with lust.

“O-one,” Jae whimpered.

Slap.

“Two.”

Another thrust. Another moan. Another slap.

By the time they reached ten, Jae’s legs were shaking, throat raw from screaming Kael’s name, body trembling from being fucked into submission.

Kael finally let go—deep, hard, claiming him once more with a growl that shook the air. He didn’t pull out, just slumped over Jae’s back, breathing heavy, heart racing.

“Mine,” he whispered again, softer now, lips brushing Jae’s shoulder. “Always.”

After 1 hour

Kael hadn’t let Jae come again.

Not even once.

He had Jae laid out on the bed—legs spread, arms bound above his head with Kael’s belt, chest flushed, panting, desperate.

“I said you could come when I tell you,” Kael growled, dragging his fingers down Jae’s soaked, trembling thighs. “But you keep getting close, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Jae nodded frantically, body twitching, cock aching and red, leaking from how many times he’d been brought to the edge and yanked back. “Please, Kael—please, I can’t take anymore—”

Kael smirked. Cruel. Beautiful. Dangerous. “You will.”

He wrapped his hand around Jae’s cock, slow strokes, just enough pressure to make Jae’s head fall back, mouth wide in a silent scream. Kael leaned in, licking the tear that slipped from Jae’s cheek.

“You want to come so bad, don’t you, baby?” he purred. “Bet your whole body’s screaming for it. But you don’t deserve it yet.”

Kael stopped suddenly, making Jae sob in frustration.

“You beg so pretty,” Kael said, kissing down his chest, lips trailing fire across his skin. “But I want you ruined. Mindless. A mess.”

He slid two slick fingers inside Jae, curling them just right, hitting that sweet, sinful spot that made Jae jerk and cry out, thighs shaking.

“Kael—fuck—please—I need—”

“No,” Kael growled, pulling out, hand wrapping around Jae again, almost giving him what he wanted.

Almost.

The strokes were maddening—slow, deep, perfect—and then stopping just before release.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Jae was sobbing now, body trembling, hips thrusting uselessly into the air. “I’ll do anything, Kael, please—I'll let you fuck me in front of anyone, collar me, brand me—anything—just let me come…”

Kael’s eyes burned with dark hunger. “You’re mine. My filthy little whore.”

He finally lined himself up again—thick and hard, slamming in without warning, making Jae scream.

But he didn’t move.

Instead, Kael leaned in, voice hot and filthy in Jae’s ear. “You want to come? You beg while I use you like this. While you take it, nice and deep.”

Then he started moving—rough, merciless, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room.

Jae was gone—sobbing, begging, moaning Kael’s name like a prayer, like a curse.

And just as his body began to shake again—

Kael stopped.

“Not yet, baby,” he whispered. “I’m going to edge you ‘til you forget your name.”

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