CHAPTER 238: TOO MUCH

Chapter 238

Daphne

She’s limp, trembling, chest heaving like she’s just run ten miles. The sheets are damp with her sweat, streaked with her tears, saturated with her scent. My little bunny—undone, spread open, legs still draped over my shoulders.

A dream come true.

Her thighs twitch when I press one last kiss to the inside of her leg, slow and possessive. She squeaks, hands fumbling weakly at the sheets like she doesn’t know whether to shove me away or drag me back down.

I grin, licking her slick from my lips. "Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted."

I lower her legs gently to the mattress, my palms gliding down the length of her calves one last time before I rise.

My own body burns, every nerve screaming for release. The sweat at the back of my neck makes my shirt cling like a second skin.

I undo the first button, then the next, my gaze never leaving her. Her wide eyes follow every movement of my fingers, dazed, spellbound. When I shrug my shirt off, her breath hitches. By the time my pants hit the floor, her ears are pinned back and her tail is twitching like a cornered animal.

And then—adorable.

She scrambles on all fours up the mattress, tail flicking nervously as if it can shield her. Crawling away, trembling, glancing back at me with panic flashing in her eyes. Her little round tail flicks side to side, twitching like it knows exactly what I want to do to it.

I want to bite it.

Nothing could tempt me more. Seriously.

I stalk forward, slow, deliberate, my shadow stretching across her retreating form. "Running, bunny? After everything you just gave me?" My voice is low, taunting, thick with hunger.

She shakes her head, cheeks blazing. "I-I wasn’t—"

"Oh, you were." My grin sharpens, fangs catching the light. "Hands and knees. Tail twitching. Ears perked. You know exactly what you look like right now?"

Her voice catches. "W-what?"

I chuckle, running my tongue over my fangs as I close the distance. "You look like prey."

She freezes still on hands and knees, too terrified to move, too aware of me.

I almost laugh, do bunnies play dead?

Her squeal bursts out when I seize her by the waist and drag her back against me. She kicks weakly, but I pin her easily, pressing her chest into the mattress. My hands spread wide over her hips, claws dimpling her skin. Her trembling only makes me ache harder.

"Caught you," I murmur against the shell of her ear, licking the edge just to feel her shiver.

She squirms beneath me, but not to escape—her hips grind back into mine, instinctive, desperate. Her body betrays her over and over again, pleading for more without a single word.

***

Nima

I’m so scared—and turnedon—but not really scared, not the kind where I want her to stop. It’s complicated. Too complicated for me to untangle.

Her hand slides up and down the curve of my spine, claws barely grazing. Goosebumps scatter across my skin with every pass, each scrape sending sparks racing through me.

Then her touch shifts lower. My breath snags when her hand finds my tail. She traces the base, her palm firm, her claws dragging in lazy circles. I jolt, trembling, my whole body locking up like a cornered animal.

No one has ever touched me there. Not my back, not my tail, not anywhere like this.

"Oh?" Her voice hums above me, rich with amusement, like she’s just uncovered the sweetest secret.

I groan into the sheets, mortified. What have I done?

Now she toys with it, fingers curling, stroking along the base. I didn’t even know the skin there was sensitive, but every tug, every flick makes me gasp and twitch. My tail betrays me, jerking against her grip as if it doesn’t belong to me anymore.

She’s enjoying herself far too much. I can hear it in the smug purr of her breathing, in the deliberate way she explores like she’s discovered a brand-new toy.

I want to escape. Gods, I want to vanish. My hands scrabble weakly against the sheets as I try to crawl forward, but her weight looms behind me, unyielding. It’s useless.

The adrenaline spikes, hot and dizzy, making my heart slam so loud I’m sure she can hear it.

And then—

Her tongue.

One long, deliberate lick up the back of my neck.

I choke on a cry, every hair on my body standing on end. The sensation crashes through me—heat, wet, sharp and intimate all at once. My knees buckle against the mattress, my tail thrashes in her hand, and my whole body betrays me with a shudder so deep it rattles my bones.

But it’s not enough.

Gods help me, I want more. I don’t even know what "more

" means, I just know the ache won’t go away, and every nerve in my body is screaming for something I can’t put into words.

I make the mistake of looking back.

My heart nearly stops. Her golden eyes are locked on me, molten, glowing in the low light. They pin me like claws digging into my chest, strip me bare in ways that have nothing to do with my missing clothes.

Her grin curves sharp when our gazes lock.

"Hmmmn," she hums.

Heat bolts through me, and I bury my face in the sheets, eye contact is too much for me, whimpering. My tail jerks helplessly in her grip, the sensitive base twitching against her fingers.

She chuckles low, pleased, like she’s already won a game I didn’t realize I was playing. Her claws drag gently down the underside of my tail, slow enough to make me arch with a strangled moan.

"So sensitive, bunny. Who knew?"

I want to deny it,but the sob that rips from me betrays everything.

She shifts closer, her chest pressing against my back, the warmth of her body swallowing mine. Her free hand slides over my hip, down the trembling plane of my stomach, until her fingers brush between my thighs.

I jolt so hard my legs nearly kick out from under me.

"Shhh." Her voice is velvet and command all at once. "I’ve got you."

Her fingers stroke lazily over my folds, slick with the mess she’s already coaxed out of me. My breath stutters, my palms clawing uselessly at the sheets.

She doesn’t rush, chosing to tease me, circles, grazes me with just enough pressure to make me whimper, but never enough to ease the ache.

"D-Daphne—" I gasp, voice broken.

"Words, bunny," she purrs into my ear. Her tongue flicks the edge of it, and I nearly collapse. "Do you want more?"

Humiliation and desperation crash together inside me. I can’t say it.

But I do.

"Yes," I sob.

"That’s a good little bunny," she purrs, her breath hot against my ear, her voice so low it rumbles down my spine.

And then her finger sinks inside me.

Gentle. Careful. Slow.

The stretch knocks the breath out of me. My back bows like a string pulled taut, my body clenching hard around her. It feels foreign tight, sharp, like I shouldn’t be able to take it but also addictive. Too much and not nearly enough at once.

"Shhh," she murmurs, thumb stroking lazy circles into my hip.

"Breathe for me. Just breathe."

I try, but my lungs don’t work. My chest heaves like I’ve been running for miles, my thighs tremble so hard I can’t keep them still, my claws dig into the sheets until fabric tears under my nails.

My insides flutter and clutch helplessly around her finger, desperate and terrified.

Then—another.

I choke on a cry. The stretch burns, overwhelming, splitting me open. My hips jerk forward in a frantic bid to escape.

"N-no! I can’t—"

Her free hand flattens against my lower back, pinning me like I weigh nothing. "Yes, you can," she whispers, her lips brushing the shell of my ear.

"You’re already taking me so well."

I shake my head, whining, but she doesn’t let up. Her fingers curl deep, stroking a hidden spot that makes my eyes roll back and my mouth drop open in a silent scream before sound rips free anyway—raw, cracked, desperate.

Heat floods me so sudden it’s unbearable. I scream into the sheets, my voice muffled, shaking like I’m about to break apart.

"It’s too much!" My cry shatters into a sob. I thrash weakly, but she presses down harder, her chest flush against my back, her fangs grazing the curve of my ear until I’m quivering beneath her.

The sound of it is obscene—wet, slick, the squelch of her fingers pumping into me, faster, harder. Every thrust echoes in the silent room, my cries weaving with the slap of skin, the guttural growls rumbling from her chest.

"Too much—" I gasp, but my hips betray me, grinding back against her hand, desperate, greedy.

"Not enough," she snarls softly, her voice all hunger and dark satisfaction. Her tail lashes against my thigh, teasing, staking her claim.

Her fingers drive deeper, curling, scissoring, pressing against every place inside me that burns. My thighs convulse violently, my knees giving out, but she holds me up, pinning me down. My sobs dissolve into whimpers, then into filthy, broken moans as her palm crushes against my clit, dragging me higher, harder, faster.

"Listen to you," she groans against my neck, teeth grazing but not biting, each word sending shivers down my spine. "Crying, clawing, fucking yourself on my fingers like you were made for it."

Why would she say that? Gods, it’s mortifying. Humiliating. I will care about that when I’m sane.

The knot inside me snaps.

My whole body convulses, my scream tearing free, hoarse and unrestrained. My tail lashes violently in her hand, my thighs quiver uncontrollably, my body spasms until I think I’ll fly apart.

But she doesn’t stop.

She won’t stop.

Her pace sharpens, relentless, every thrust dragging out my high until it blurs into another. I convulse, collapse, seize again. My body jerks violently, my voice breaking into ragged sobs and screams that echo off the walls.

Another orgasm slams through me. And another. They tear me apart, wave after wave, until I don’t even know where one ends and the next begins.

The sheets are soaked, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

My vision sparks white, my body gone, lost to the overstimulation, the endless assault of her fingers owning me.

I collapse forward, boneless, twitching and gasping—but her hand is still inside me, coaxing, commanding, milking me for more.

And I give it.

Because I can’t stop. Because she won’t let me.