Chapter 68: The Actual Punishment
Before Riven knew it, he was up against the headboard and with no way to escape. Meanwhile, Soren was only getting rougher... He was moving harder. His hand that gripped his hair pulled every time Riven made a ’mistake’ in kissing... Basically, whenever he felt that he was met with resistance, he made sure to punish Riven.
How could Riven tell him that he was not resisting, he was simply trying to breathe! If Soren wanted to keep torturing him... And fucking him... He needed to be alive!
At that moment, Soren took it as Riven being distracted. A sudden, sharp sting shot through him as Soren bit down on his bottom lip, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make Riven whimper in surprise.
The sound only seemed to spur Soren on. He sucked at the spot he had bitten, soothing it with his tongue before biting again, testing how far he could push before Riven would flinch.
Riven eventually stopped fighting it, he would take what amount of oxygen he could get to stay alive. He was not dying without pegging all the male leads!
His breaths came in sharp gasps between each forceful press of their lips, each wet, heated movement drawing him deeper into the moment.
His knees trembled, though they were still pinned to the bed, leaving him at Soren’s complete mercy.
Soren let out a low, satisfied hum against his lips before deepening the kiss once more, tilting Riven’s head at a better angle to take him apart even further. His grip on Riven’s hair tightened, controlling every movement, making sure Riven followed wherever he led.
By the time Soren finally pulled away, Riven was breathless, panting against the lingering ghost of his lips. His own were swollen, tingling from the rough treatment. He shuddered when Soren ran a thumb over his lower lip, almost as if admiring his own handiwork.