You're Mine [R-18]

The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of fabric as Marcus moved closer to Charlotte. The air between them felt charged, every breath she took making her heart pound a little faster. His eyes, intense and unwavering, locked onto hers, making her feel as though the entire world had shrunk down to just the two of them.

"Marcus..." Charlotte whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and confusion. She felt vulnerable, standing so close to him, her emotions swirling in a way she couldn't fully understand.

"You're mine," he said, his voice low and certain, a soft edge to his tone. There was a possessiveness in his words, but also an unspoken promise, a vow to protect, to cherish. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of her black hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. 

The words sent a shiver down her spine, but she didn't resist. Deep down, a part of her wanted to be his, wanted to be claimed by him. The kiss had ignited a spark, and Charlotte found herself drawn to him, pulled by an invisible force she couldn't explain

"Marcus..." she said, her voice wavering slightly, "I... I don't understand what's happening, but... ."

A soft chuckle escaped Marcus's lips. His charm ability had taken full effect, and Charlotte was falling for him. "I'll be good to you," he promised, his voice low and husky. "I'll make you happy."

Charlotte, still in a daze from the kiss, could only nod, her head still swimming. She had never imagined Marcus would behave like this, but something inside her was shifting, and the thought of him leaving was painful. She wanted to believe him, wanted to feel his touch again.

Marcus, seeing her expression, could sense her desire. His hand reached her shoulder, caressing her gently. The gesture was enough to elicit a soft gasp from her, and he knew that his words had worked.

"I love you, Charlotte," he said, his voice steady and sure.

Charlotte's heart was racing. She knew she should say something, but no words came to her. Instead, she just stared at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable, silently willing him to continue.

Marcus, sensing her anticipation, smiled and leaned down again, capturing her lips once more. This time, the kiss was gentler, more controlled, but no less intense.

Charlotte found herself melting into his embrace, her hands reaching up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. She had never felt anything like this before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Marcus, sensing her submission, deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth and exploring every inch. Charlotte could only moan softly, lost in the moment. She could feel the heat rising inside her, a primal urge threatening to take over.

Marcus hand reached towards charlotte clothes. His fingers brushed against her nightgown, slowly lifting it up to reveal her slender thighs. Charlotte, lost in the moment, didn't resist, her body aching for his touch.

As his hand moved up her thigh, Marcus's other hand cupped her breast, massaging it gently. Charlotte's breath hitched as she arched into him, her body responding to his touch..

"Marcus..." she moaned softly, her eyes closing as she gave in to the pleasure.

"I'm here, Charlotte," he replied, his voice husky. "And I'm not going anywhere."

Marcus, sensing her vulnerability, knew this was the perfect moment. As he continued kissing her, his hand moved from her breast and found her underwear, slowly slipping it down her legs. Charlotte gasped, but she didn't pull away.

With her underwear now discarded, Marcus's hand traveled further, tracing circles on her inner thighs. His fingers then brushed against her slit, causing her to gasp again, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Marcus..." she whispered, her voice shaking. "Please..."

"Please what?" he murmured, his lips moving to her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"Please... Put in."

Hearing her say those words was almost enough to push him over the edge, With that, he positioned himself and slid into her, slowly, gently, his cock stretching her inner walls.

Charlotte moaned loudly, her hands clutching onto him tightly. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, the heat and fullness almost overwhelming. She had never experienced anything like this before, and it was both exciting and painful.

Marcus began moving, his hips slowly rocking back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her. Charlotte's body responded, her hips meeting his thrusts, her moans growing louder and more intense. The two of them moved together, lost in the moment, their bodies perfectly in sync.

As Marcus felt Charlotte's orgasm building, he increased the pace, his hips slamming into her harder and faster. Charlotte's moans were uncontrollable now, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Marcus!" she cried out, her eyes shut tight, her body tensing up.

The sight was enough to push Marcus over the edge, and with a low groan, he came, his cock throbbing inside her, filling her with his seed.

For a moment, the two of them stayed there, their bodies joined, both gasping for breath. Then, slowly, Marcus pulled out, his cock slick with her juices.

He looked towards Charlotte whose eyes were hazy with pleasure, her cheeks flushed pink. She was trembling slightly, her body still recovering from the intense orgasm.He asked can you lick this.

"Of course," Charlotte replied breathlessly, her gaze lingering on his cock. Without hesitation, she lowered herself to her knees and took his cock in her mouth, sucking on it hungrily. The taste of her own juices mixed with his cum was intoxicating, and she couldn't get enough.

Marcus moaned softly, his hand resting on the back of her head, guiding her movements.

"Charlotte..." he said, his voice husky.

"That's enough."

Reluctantly, Charlotte pulled away, her lips glistening with saliva and cum. "I want you, Marcus," she said, her voice trembling. "I want you inside me again."

The two of them moved to the bed, Charlotte laying on her back and spreading her legs. She was dripping wet, and her inner walls were still sensitive from her first orgasm.

"Are you sure?" Marcus asked, positioning himself above her, his cock hovering at her entrance.

"Yes," she replied, her eyes burning with desire.

Marcus, satisfied, began to slide his cock into her, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through her body. He groaned softly, her pussy gripping him tightly.

"You're so fucking tight," he said, his eyes locked on hers. "So wet."

Charlotte bit her lip, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. It was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. "Marcus..." she breathed.

"Charlotte..."

He began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease. She moaned softly, her hips bucking against him, her body desperate for more. Marcus picked up the pace, his hips slamming into hers, his cock plunging deeper into her.

The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room, and their moans grew louder and more intense. Marcus could feel her inner walls clenching around him, her body begging for release.

"I'm close," he growled, his pace quickening.

"I'm going to cum inside you."

The thought of him filling her with his seed was enough to send her over the edge.With a loud cry, she came, her body shuddering violently, her pussy squeezing his cock like a vice.

Marcus, feeling her orgasm, couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust deep inside her one last time, his cock throbbing as he released his seed.

The two of them lay there, gasping for breath, their bodies entwined. Charlotte had never felt anything like it, and she couldn't imagine being without him now.

"Marcus," she said, her voice quiet.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

A smug smirk crept onto Marcus's face as he heard her confession. With his charm ability fully activated, he knew that he had won. She was his, and she would stay by his side.

"I love you too," he replied, pulling her closer, their bodies still slick with sweat.

She was the first heroine he had fully taken over, and it was only a matter of time before the rest would fall to him as well.

Charlotte Whitewood, the Ice Queen, was the first one, the one who had been supposed to be Leo's, but Marcus had changed her. He had made her his. And soon, the others would follow.

Serina, the Crown Princess, would be the next one.

"You're mine, now," he whispered, his voice laced with dark intent. "Mine."

"I am," Charlotte whispered back, her voice barely audible. "I'm yours."

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, the taste of their lovemaking still lingering on their tongues. Marcus, his mind racing with thoughts of the future, couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

After that both sleep peacefully in each other's embrace.