I could feel my orgasm building, my body tightening, but he pulled back, leaving me panting and desperate.
“Not yet,” he murmured, his voice rough with need, the kind that coiled low in my belly and made my pussy clench all over again.
He tore off his drawers before he teased his way back up my body. His lips crashed against mine, forcing me to taste the evidence of my own arousal, our bodies fusing in a tangle of limbs. Desperate with need, I wrapped my fingers around him. His cock was a masterpiece, thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum as it strained against my hand.
He seized my trembling legs and wrenched them apart, exposing my dripping pussy to the cool air. As he positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes locked onto me with such fierce possession I couldn't breathe.
“You ready for me, wife?” he questioned, his voice low and rough, the wordwiferolling off his tongue like a promise.
“I need you inside me.”
He grinned, his dimple appearing, running the tip of his cock along my slit, teasing my entrance.
I moaned, the sound high and desperate, hips lifting off the bed as I tried to chase it. “Don’t tease me.”
He chuckled and then pushed inside. I gasped out in pain and pleasure as he entered me, a burning stretch in the most delicious way.
“Fuck!” I cried out, my nails digging into his back. I knew he was big, and I still underestimated how full I would feel. I glanced down, breathing through the new sensation, and saw he wasn’t all the way in it.
“You—.”
“Shh, I got you,” he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring as he thrust the rest of the way in, burying himself to the hilt, my body stretching to accommodate him.
“Alaric!” I gasped, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
He groaned, the sound low and primal as he settled inside me. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”
His hands gripped my hips as he began to move, slow and steady, his cock sliding in and out. My body adjusted, the sting of pain melting into a mind-numbing pleasure. I moaned, head falling back against the pillows, my body rising to meet his thrusts.
“Harder,” I begged, voice trembling.
He stopped, lifting my legs over his toned arms before driving into me with a force that made me scream. “That’s it,” he rasped, his voice rough with pleasure. “Take every fucking inch of it,Fos mu.”
His gaze never wavered; a silent reassurance that we were in this together. His hands were everywhere, he waseverywhere, and I couldn’t think straight. His fingers dug into my hips, his grip hard enough to leave bruises, and I loved it.
I whimpered as he pulled out slowly, teasing me, making me feel every inch of him. Then he pushed back in just as slow.
“Alaric,” I moaned, my voice shaking, my body already on the edge. “Fuck me, please, just fuck me harder.”
He chuckled darkly, one hand wrapping around my throat as he obliged.
“Yes,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back as he fucked me like he was trying to carve his name into my insides, each brutal thrust stealing my breath until I couldn't form words—just desperate sounds that tore from my throat.
I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, the sound filthy. I was so wet could feel it dripping down my thighs, soaking the sheets beneath us.
“Fuck, you’re going to ruin me,” he groaned, his voice strained, his hips moving faster, harder, my thighs trembling violently as he pinned me down and his grip tightened, making my pussy clench.
The pleasure built like a tsunami that was about to destroy me and had me seeing stars. I was gasping, trembling, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping me from drowning.
I came so hard I thought I’d black out, my nails digging into his skin, my scream of pleasure muffled against his chest. He didn’t stop fucking me, driving me through it, his cock hitting that sweet spot over and over until I was sobbing, begging him to stop, to never stop as I came again, not quite as hard.
Then he groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside me. I felt him pulse, and I moaned, my body still shaking, still clinging to him and trying to remember how to breathe properly.
“Selene,” he breathed, his forehead pressed against mine, his eyes dark with lust. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, just lay there, panting, feeling his cum dripping out of me, knowing I’d never forget this.
“Give me fifteen,” he murmured. “Then you’re going to ride me.”