The Boundaries of Possession - Chapter 2
Andreas pressed her back down and began to move his hips again. As his partially withdrawn length sank back in deeply, Elysia’s struggles quickly ceased.
Elysia’s body, already drained and melting, lay sprawled in resignation, unable to resist any longer. Andreas let out a short laugh at Elysia, who had completely surrendered her body to him. Her will didn’t matter. He moved mercilessly, solely to satisfy his desire.
“Hnnh, hiiiic, ah…!”
He repeatedly pulled back deeply and thrust forward, forcing his way through the narrow passage. Elysia watched her toes curl tightly before she shut her eyes. Although enough fluids had already flowed between her thighs, the friction refused to ease.
“Relax. Don’t lose consciousness now.”
Each time he drove in deeply, her entire body tensed up. Under the bright sunlight, Andreas’s broad back glistened with sweat, shimmering like rippling water. His muscles subtly rippled as he applied force with every thrust.
The more he continued, the more Elysia’s body softened. Instead of large movements, he pressed deeper into her from within, pushing further.
Her body, pinned and barely able to move, trembled as she exhaled shaky breaths through her flushed, reddened face.
“Hnngh, ah! Ngh…”
With each weighty thrust, her shallow breathing was cut off repeatedly. As if it didn’t matter whether she climaxed or not, he moved his hips harder. At the same time, he didn’t miss any of her reactive spots, repeatedly pressing them with a slow, smoldering motion. Unable to even swallow the saliva pooling in her mouth, it dripped down her chin.
Andreas, looking down at Elysia’s limp body, slowly pulled out. While Elysia lay trembling in small convulsions, his e******n still stood stiff toward the air. He rubbed his thumb along her lips and whispered in a low voice.
“How much more should I torment you before you give in? You should’ve just said it from the start—that you wanted me.”
At his words, faint but unmistakable pheromones began to flow from Elysia. There was a subtle trace of hostility in their scent.
“You’re wrong.”
At the same time, her ambiguous words escaped her lips. As Andreas met her ocean-blue eyes directly staring at him, a ticklish sensation stirred in his chest.
“You’re mistaken.”
Andreas’s brow furrowed. Her tone and expression, distant and indifferent, were completely at odds with her body, which had not rejected him.
“Wrong?”
A bitter smile spread across Andreas’s lips. Of all the people he had encountered, no one had ever denied him as she did. His fingertips traced along her delicate jawline.
“Well if you can, then try rejecting me.”
***
Everything had started at the ball that day.
It took only moments for people to gather around Andreas, who had shown his face at the Imperial Palace after a long absence. This was natural for the Empire’s future emperor. Even those with no prior connection to him rushed over, eagerly seeking an opportunity to speak with him.
“It’s an honor. I’ll do my best to prepare accordingly.”
“There’s no greater joy than being of service to Your Grace.”
The opportunists’ predictable flattery and manipulative words grated on his nerves, as always.
It was the same five years ago, right after his father’s death. The nobles, gathering one by one, had bombarded the newly appointed duke, as young as he was, with the same repetitive remarks.
“We’ve always had good ties with you, Your Grace. Please don’t hesitate to reach out if you need our family.”
“We are honored that you’ve graced us with your presence during such difficult times.”
The current situation was no different from back then.
“I expect you to prove it through your actions.”
As soon as Andreas spoke, a tense atmosphere spread around him.
He was one of the most distinguished dominant alphas in the Empire.
In the Empire, people were categorized by traits before status or gender: alphas and omegas, who had traits, and betas, who did not. Among them, alphas were regarded as superior beings. With exceptional physical abilities and pheromones capable of incapacitating others, alphas had little to fear.
As a dominant alpha, Andreas effectively held the highest rank among those with traits under imperial law. Furthermore, his lineage wasn’t far removed from the imperial family, meaning royal blood flowed within him.
No one could challenge Andreas, who held both rank and status.
Everyone revered him, and to him, that was only natural.
