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"Down."

Elias’s voice was low, commanding, and it sent a shiver down Kitty’s spine. Her knees hit the floor before she even realized what was happening, her hands trembling as they rested on her thighs. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps, her eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the intoxicating pull of his mutation wrapping around her like a vice.

"Elias, I…" she started, her voice barely above a whisper. But he cut her off with a sharp glance, his fingers tangling in her dark hair as he pushed her face closer to his waist.

"Don’t speak," he murmured, his tone soft but firm. "Just do what you were made to do."

Her lips parted instinctively, her tongue darting out to wet them as she fumbled with the button of his jeans. Her hands were shaky, clumsy, but she managed to free him, her breath hitching at the sight of his length. He was already hard, and the thought made her cheeks burn with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

"Good girl," he said, his voice dripping with praise as he guided her mouth to him. The first touch of her lips sent a jolt through her, and she moaned softly, the sound muffled as she took him deeper.

Her tongue swirled around him, her hands gripping his hips for balance as she worked him with a mix of eagerness and hesitation. Every movement, every flick of her tongue, seemed to send waves of pleasure through him, and she could feel his fingers tightening in her hair, guiding her pace.

"Faster," he growled, his voice rough with need. She obeyed without question, her movements becoming more frantic as she tried to please him. His moans filled the room, and the sound sent a thrill through her, her own body responding to his pleasure.

But it wasn’t just physical. She could feel it—his mutation, his power—seeping into her, rewiring her thoughts. With every stroke of his cock against her tongue, she could feel herself falling deeper, becoming more his. Her resistance, her doubts, melted away until all that was left was an overwhelming need to make him happy.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes flitting up to meet his. His gaze was intense, dark with desire, and it made her stomach twist in the most delicious way. "I want you to cum," she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please, Elias, let me taste you."

His grip on her hair tightened, and he let out a low groan, his hips thrusting forward as he spilled himself into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, her tongue swirling around him as she coaxed every last drop from him.

When he finally pulled away, she looked up at him, her lips swollen, her eyes wide with adoration. "Elias…" she breathed, her voice barely audible. "I need more. I need… you."

He smirked, his hand brushing against her cheek, and she leaned into the touch, her heart racing. "Don’t worry, Kitty," he said, his voice soft but laced with a dark promise. "This is just the beginning."

It had been a quiet afternoon, the kind of lazy day that made it easy to forget the chaos that often surrounded life at Xavier’s. Kitty had been in the library, curled up in one of the oversized armchairs with a book in her lap. She wasn’t sure why she’d chosen that particular spot—maybe it was the way the sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything—but it had felt right.

That was when Elias had walked in.

She hadn’t noticed him at first, too absorbed in her book, but then he’d cleared his throat, and she’d looked up to see him standing there, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice smooth, almost melodic.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, shifting to make room for him. He settled into the chair beside her, his arm brushing against hers, and she felt a strange warmth spread through her at the contact.

They’d talked for hours, about everything and nothing, and Kitty had found herself drawn to him in a way she couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t just his charm—though he had plenty of that—it was something deeper, something she couldn’t put her finger on.

But then he’d reached over, his hand brushing against hers, and everything had changed.

Her breath had hitched, her heart racing as she felt something shift inside her. It was subtle at first, but it grew stronger, until it was all she could think about. She needed him, wanted him, more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.

And now, here they were.

Elias leaned back, his eyes locking onto hers as he ran a hand through his hair. "You’re mine, Kitty," he said, his voice low and possessive. "Everything you are, everything you’ll ever be, belongs to me."

Her breath caught in her throat, her body trembling in anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "All of it. Take it all."

He smirked, his hand reaching out to brush against her cheek, and she leaned into the touch, her eyes closing as she savored the contact. "Good girl," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Now, let’s see just how far you’re willing to go."

Her breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as his hands moved to her shoulders, pushing her back until she was lying on the floor. She didn’t resist, didn’t even think to. All she could focus on was him, the way he looked at her, the way he touched her. It was intoxicating, and she was completely under his spell.

"Elias," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. "Please… I need you."

His smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and dominant. "Patience, Kitty," he murmured, his hand trailing down her body. "We’ve got all the time in the world."