Free Web NovelChapter 120: Blood Over Dominance (2)
Kane leaned over Sarah, his massive frame casting a shadow across the sheets.
The scent of spilled wine and fresh blood still clung to her skin.
He pinned her wrists above her head with one iron grip, his scarred chest pressing down against her soft curves.
For a moment, the room was silent except for her quickened breathing.
He lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a deep kiss.
There was nothing gentle about it.
His lips moved with possession, tongue exploring, tasting the wine that still lingered on her.
Sarah arched beneath him, responding with surprising hunger.
When he finally pulled back just enough to breathe, his free hand roamed down, cupping and fondling one full breast, then the other.
His rough palm kneaded the soft flesh, thumb brushing across her nipple until it hardened under his touch.
"You stood like a demon in the hall," Kane murmured against her lips, voice low and rough.
"Now you melt so easily. What changed, widow?"
Sarah’s amber eyes gleamed with challenge even as her body trembled.
"Survival is the only constant in an empire. You proved you’re the strongest. Why waste time mourning fools?"
Kane’s hand continued its slow, deliberate exploration of her breasts, squeezing and caressing as he watched her face.
"What would you do if it were your husband still breathing? Would you have offered him the same... hospitality?"
Sarah laughed softly, a throaty sound that vibrated against his chest.
"My husband? That weakling could barely hold a conversation, let alone with a woman. I turned him down more nights than I can count. He never deserved this body."
Her black hair had come loose during the struggle, flowing across the pillows.
She twisted beneath him, testing his grip.
"You think you can just take what you want?"
Kane smirked, releasing her wrists only to flip her gown fully away, leaving her bare beneath him.
"I already have."
Before he could press forward again, Sarah surged upward with surprising strength.
She pushed against his chest, and Kane allowed it, curious to see her next move.
In one fluid motion, she rolled them, rising to straddle his waist.
Her long black hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders in wild waves, framing her flushed face and heaving chest.
She looked every inch the dangerous southern queen again.
"You can’t handle me, barbarian," she said, grinding down against him slowly, her hands planted on his broad chest.
Kane’s eyes darkened with amusement and rising heat.
"Try."
Sarah didn’t hesitate.
She lifted herself slightly, guiding him to her entrance, and sank in one decisive motion.
The sudden, tight heat enveloped him.
Pleasure slammed into Kane like a warhammer.
His breath hitched sharply. For a split second, his powerful frame actually stumbled back against the pillows, muscles tensing as intense sensation coursed through him.
’Why does it feel so good?’ Kane thought, panting.
"Not so strong now, are you?" Sarah taunted triumphantly, her voice husky with victory.
She began swaying her hips in a slow rhythm, hands braced on his shoulders as her black hair swayed with every movement.
"All that brute force in the hall, and one southern woman brings the mighty conqueror to his knees."
Kane growled, hands flying to her waist.
The pleasure was insane, tight, wet, and relentless as she rode him with practised skill.
But the berserker blood in his veins roared in response.
He gripped her hips harder, fingers digging into soft flesh, and thrust upward to meet her movements with powerful strokes of his own.
Sarah gasped sharply, her rhythm faltering for a moment as he took control from below.
"So good... for a barbarian," she managed to moan, leaning down to capture his mouth in another fierce kiss.
Her hands tangled into his red hair, pulling his head back roughly as she kissed him deeper, tongues clashing.
Kane broke the kiss with a grin, one hand sliding up to fondle her bouncing breasts again while the other kept her hips locked in place.
"You talk pretty when you’re full of me," he rumbled. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
He sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around her back to hold her close while he drove into her harder.
The new angle made her cry out, her head falling back, black hair spilling everywhere.
They moved together in a heated struggle for dominance.
Sarah’s nails raked down his back, leaving red lines across scarred skin.
"Harder," she demanded between gasps.
"Show me the conqueror, not the cautious husband who hasn’t even claimed his white-haired wife yet."
The mention of Misha sent a fresh surge of possessive rage through Kane.
He flipped them again in one powerful motion, pinning Sarah beneath him once more.
He drove into her with deep, punishing thrusts, the bed creaking beneath them.
His mouth descended on her breasts, sucking and licking one nipple while his hand kneaded the other.
Sarah’s back arched clean off the mattress, a broken moan escaping her lips.
"Yes... like that," she whispered, legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
"You’re nothing like the soft lords I’ve known."
Kane lifted his head, eyes burning with berserker fire.
"All your schemes, all your power plays, and this is what you really crave." He slowed his pace deliberately, grinding deep and deliberate, making her feel every inch.
"Say it. Tell me who owns this empire now."
"You do," Sarah breathed, her voice cracking with pleasure.
"Kane... my new master."
He rewarded her with faster, harder strokes, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the lavish chamber.
Sweat glistened on both their skins.
Sarah’s hands clutched at his shoulders, her body shuddering as she climbed toward release.
Kane felt his own control fraying at the edges, the hot pulse of rage and lust blending into something unstoppable.
Just as Sarah’s walls began to flutter around him, the chamber door opened softly.
Misha stepped inside, her white hair glowing like moonlight against the torchlight.
She closed the door behind her with serene calm, golden-ringed eyes taking in the scene without shock.
"The nobles have been secured, husband. The treasury is ours."
Sarah tensed beneath Kane, a flash of uncertainty crossing her face at the arrival of his untouched Milfheim wife.
Kane didn’t stop.
He kept moving within her, deep and steady, while looking toward Misha.
"Come here," he commanded softly.
"Watch how a queen submits."
Misha approached the bed with graceful steps. She sat on the edge, one delicate hand resting on Kane’s back.
"Break her pride completely," she murmured, echoing her earlier words in the hall.
Sarah’s eyes widened, but the added audience only seemed to heighten her pleasure.
Kane leaned down, kissing her deeply again.
"You belong to us now," he growled against her mouth.
The words pushed Sarah over the edge. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
She cried out, body convulsing beneath him as intense release crashed through her.
