I Got You Shackled In My Embrace Novels & Stories

Every time I shift, he makes this low, frustrated sound in his throat. “You’re shaking,” he observes, voice low and knowing. “The herb. It’s got you too, doesn’t it, baby? You’re holding on by a thread.” “I’m holding on just fine.” “You’re not.” His voice drops, rough and dark. “You want to draw this out, but you want me just as bad as I want you, and it’s killing you to go slow. I can see it. Uncuff me, Ember.” His eyes hold mine. “Uncuff me, and I’ll fuck you so good. I’ll make you feel so much better, baby.”

That red bow in her hair serving as my Chokehold on her. "Suck on it. Take this cock. Take every inch of it, you slut!" "Yes." She obeyed. Trembling and doing so. Happily too, to finally have something to grip on. Something to channel the madness raging inside of her. I groaned. Gritted. Gripped her hair tighter as I felt myself around her throat. Her lips wrapped more than halfway on my cock, free hands. Fuckkkk. I moved my hips against that mouth. Fucking it, streching it.

I got chills when you walk Chills when you talk Chills every time you say my name It's the way that it feels when we touch I can't get enough Love got me frozen in place Baby, I got (chills) Ooh, baby, I got (chills) Ooh, baby, I got chills Arms wrapped around my neck ('round my neck) You keep me warm You are the spark igniting me again Oh, I can't get enough of you, I'm (you, I'm) Shiverin', I'm shiverin', I can't stop Give me the look, you know the one I want I've been waiting for, ooh It's so cold, it's so cold, yeah (it's so cold, it's so cold, yeah) I got chills when you walk Chills when you talk Chills every time you say my name.❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

"But if she screams, I am taking your head." "She will scream." Malachi crushed the herbs into a dark, thick paste. "True purge will hurts more than the poison ever did." He pressed his palm to Elena's forehead. Her skin was so hot the straw beneath her began to smoke. "Hold her, Reaper. Do not let her break the circle." Sloane lunged forward, pinning Elena's shoulders to the pallet. The moment he touched her, the Shackle on his wrist went insane. The golden numbers began to spin, blurring as they devoured his seconds.

I shrugged off the thought and went in as the guards opened the iron bars. As I got in, he raised his gaze to meet mine. Our eyes locked as I stared into his blue eyes. A sense of warmth enveloped me. I felt butterflies dancing in my stomach at the sight of him. It was as if time stood still as we both locked eyes, understanding each other’s silence. A knot formed in my stomach. Seeing him in those shackles made my heart wrench. My man, my mate, in a shackle? Was I doing all this for revenge? My father is gone, and I am not going to see him any more. Should I just embrace forgiveness and move on with my partner? "Yeah, you should.”

No more trying to run away. Finally, I’ve been caught in the dark trap. Little strength fills me as I sit upright once again. The door to the carriage opens and Beta Vasil hands over silver shackles to Dragomir. Shackles thick enough to bind, never letting me break out. Dragomir grips my chin, showing me the shackles. “Do you remember what this is?” “Yes.” I nod; a stray tear falls down my cheek. “Perfect.” He snatches my wrists. I let him. I have no more strength in me to fight. “This shall be your new friend. You take it off on my order.” He binds my wrists with the chains and connects the cuffs to my ankles.

Chapter 61: All I Have Ciara's POV The guards did not let me walk. They dragged me down the long, silent corridor, my heels scraping against the polished marble floor with each step. The sound echoed off the walls, loud and unrelenting, like a death march meant to announce my defeat. Their grip on my arms was iron hard. The enchanted shackles around my wrists bit into my skin, sending a constant, tingling burn up my forearms. It felt as if my very blood was rebelling against being bound, and the sensation only reminded me that I had no power here.

"I'm just another guy who has you in the palm of his hands." I lick my lips and push forward. The chains clang and my wrists burn. I yelp and he shakes his head.

The power he had over her. “You’re mine, Little Fucktoy. Get used to this. For you’ll never see the light of day again…Unless of course, I wish to have you somewhere outside. I’m going to collar you, I think. But worry not.” He growled. Still pulsing into her with quick jerks.

My wrists are raw and bleeding from the tight metal bindings that have kept me prisoner for days. As the first shackle snaps open, I wince at the sharp pain that shoots through my arms. But it's nothing compared to the relief I feel as the weight of the chains is lifted off me. I flex my fingers and try to soothe the aching in my wrists as he moves on to the next shackle. With each snapping chain, I feel a sense of liberation, a glimmer of hope that I might be able to escape this place. The pain of the shackles is replaced by a deep sense of gratitude towards Savio, who seems to understand my desire to escape.