Danielle’s POV
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“Y–You again?” I was barely able to bite those words out, trembling when I felt something long, girthy and hard rubbing gently between my folds.
“What do you want from me?”
You’d think I would’ve screamed my lungs out to catch people’s attention to the literal six-armed stranger in my bathroom.
Or at least try to step away from him.
But I didn’t.
Once again I stayed frozen in place, every nerve ending igniting with pure lust and desire as though I’d been drugged or something.
That was the only explanation I could come up with.
“What do I want?” He echoed my words, flicking his tongue over my ear.
“I believe I should be asking you that. Considering you brought me here.”
“You must be fucking insane!” I didn’t know when I spat.
“I brought you here? W–What kind of sick gaslighting is this?”
“Pretty words. But you know deep down that I’m correct.”
“I didn’t… I didn’t bring you—fuck…” my rebuttal died the moment he began rubbing his length back and forth, pressing the head against my entrance.
“D–Do you have me drugged?”
His grip on my waist tightened.
“Hm?”
“Y–You can’t be real,” I tried and failed to look back, especially when one of his hands held my jaw firmly in place.
“So I’m either having one of the most realistic wer dreams ever… or you drugged me and I’m—”
My forehead creased.
I couldn’t feel him behind me anymore.
His arms, his warm breath, his wet hair brushing against my skin…
Stunned beyond words, I turned around only to see him standing near the bathroom entrance.
With the lights fully on, I got a much better look at him than I had the night before.
And God help me.
Those six arms should’ve made him look unnatural.
Instead, they somehow only made him more imposing.
Every inch of him looked carved from stone, from the broad chest to the sharp lines of his stomach.
My gaze drifted lower.
Big mistake.
The unmistakable twitch of his erection immediately sent heat rushing to my face.
His silver eyes never left mine.
“Do I look like a hallucination to you?” He took a slow step forward.
Then another.
“Or better still…”
Before I could react, he took my wrist and pressed my palm against his chest.
“… Do I feel like one?”
The words were like background noise as I let my fingers roam downwards, tracing lines from his chest.
Then to his abs.
When I got to his veiny cock it jerked at my touch.
His fingers loosened from my wrist, letting me explore to my satisfaction.
I trailed between every bulging vein.
Only to stop at his huge balls, cupping them between my fingers like priceless pearls.
“This…” I shook my head despite all the evidence being literally at my fingertips.
“This can’t be real. You can’t be real. I–I don’t—”
His hands clamped around both my wrists just then.
I gasped, heart in my throat as he moved in a blur until he had me pinned chest first against the cool bathroom wall.
“So this,” he pressed a kiss on the crook of my neck, “doesn’t feel real?”
I wanted to protest so bad.
To kick him.
Anything at all.
But then his kisses turned to small nibbles which then turned into full-on bites that had me shivering to my fucking knees.
“Or this?” His teeth grazed lower, sending chills down my spine.
“Or…”
As his hands lifted my wrists until they were hanging over my head, his other pair of hands parted my thighs with ease, nearly making me slip to the floor.
The tip of his cock ground against my folds again, pulling back with a maddening recoil.
I didn’t need to look down to know I was dripping wet right then and there.
“… This?” He’d only let the word settle for a couple of seconds before sliding his cock into me.
Not the full thing.
Just the head.
Yet that was enough to make me moan so loud that I bit my bottom lip in embarrassment right after.
His fingers stayed glued to my thighs as he bottomed out with a slowness that drove me over the edge.
“Admit it, Danielle.” He whispered.
“You want this. Your untamed desires literally summoned me to you.”
I didn’t know when I began bucking my hips backwards, chasing the feeling of his dick in me.
My fingers curled on the tiled wall, my head tilting back just a bit.
“You’ve already violated me enough,” the words left me in a desperate croak.
“J–Just do what you have to…”
“Violated you?” He kissed the back of my ear.
“So you want me to stop now, don’t you?”
I snapped my neck back so hard that it hurt.
“I know you’re fuckin lying,” My body tensed when he rubbed his shaft over my folds again, drawing an obscene squelch.
“I–I want… I want this.”
“That hesitation tells me more than you think.” His hands withdrew from my wrists.
“Desire has a way of driving your thoughts. Your control. Making you blind to everything else except your needs.”
Was this a therapy session?
“So you don’t want to fuck me?” I found myself questioning.
“What then do you want from me?”
“You keep asking me that.”
The lights went off just then.
No warnings.
No blinking prior.
It just went off completely, leaving us in darkness.
I attempted to turn around but his hands on my thighs and waist stopped me.
That’s when it finally happened.
He drove into me with one, hard thrust, burying himself to the very hilt.
I doubled over, my cheek pressing against the cold tiles as he adjusted.
Fuck, that stung.
Bad.
He was so full and overwhelming, making my insides feel like jelly.
Then he pulled out by just a few inches before slamming into me again.
The sloppy wet sounds mixed with the sound of my groans and his quiet breathing in my ears.
“Before now I wanted nothing,” he mumbled mid-stroke, his fingers digging into my skin.
“Now though? I think I desire something after all.”
His teeth grazed my neck for a second—before he bit me so hard I thought I’d bleed.
I cried out, the sound equal parts pain and pleasure.
“I want to see you embrace all that you are. The lust. The want for something beyond what fate has offered you so far,” his pace became faster, his large balls slapping my ass cheeks with every thrust.
“And then… I want to watch you break for me, Danielle. Not just your body—your mind. Your precious little walls of shame.”
“I hunger, Danielle. Not for flesh—for the raw, filthy want pouring out of you. Give it to me. Flood me with it.”
He used one pair of hands to pin my wrists higher, another to spread my thighs wider so he could drive even deeper.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the dark bathroom like sinful music.
I couldn’t focus on his words.
Especially not when I could feel the heat building up in my core, hotter.
And hotter.
And God, so much fucking hotter.
The last pair of his hands roamed over my chest, kneading my boobs.
I was close.
I could feel it.
Hungry for release, I backed into him, leaning the back of my head on his chest.
His fingers gripped my breasts harder until they stung.
With one final, brutal thrust, I came undone.
I screamed, the edge of my vision blurring as the orgasm shot through me as if I got shot.
I kept pushing back onto him, letting his cock pull out every last drop of my arousal until it dripped down my legs.
One of his hands caught my chin, giving him enough space to suck on my earlobe.
“The more your desire burns…” the sucking shifted into a teasing bite.
“The more real I become in your world. And the more I can give you in return.”
I wanted to understand those words.
I really did.
But my orgasm was apparently so soul-rending that I was losing consciousness.
Fast.
“One more thing,” his voice coiled around me as I slipped further into darkness.
“You must be dying to know who I am. My actual name…”
There was a pause that lasted heaven knows how long.
Then:
“I am Anzari.”
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