“I don’t know how you’re going to fit,” I say, worry creeping into my voice.
“We take it slow,” Alaric whispers as he kisses my forehead. “The night belongs to us.”
And then I’m no longer worrying, no longerthinking, because he’s pushing inside me, and it’s tight,so tight, but he feels amazing. I press my legs into the bed and breathe through the stretch as he works his way in, a little at a time, swallowing my whimpers with his kiss. His fingers knit in mine, and he murmurs beautiful words that make me feel powerful even as more than my body is cleaved into pieces.
“Winnie, you are made for me,” he moans, gripping onto the headboard. “You are perfect.”
“I cannot believe—” My words become gasps as he drives his hips forward, filling me to the hilt.
He was the one who was supposed to be vulnerable, but right now, I’m the one whose heart is splitting at the seams. I’m the one who feels the prick of tears behind my eyes even as my body revels in the magic of him.
And then he starts to move. He draws out slowly and thrusts back in, piercing me with an exquisite sigh that makesme wonder if he’s not being vulnerable now, too, if he’s not trying to show me a piece of him that no one else has got to see.
“I’ve got you, Winnie.” His body cages mine, his fingers squeeze, his lips tease along my jaw. “You’re safe with me.”
“Alaric,” I moan, not realising how beautiful those words could be. I meet his rhythm as he thrusts hard inside me, each stretch more exquisite than the last.
“That’s it, Winnie. Take me, take all of me,” he growls, sliding his fingers between us and using my own wetness as lubrication as he rubs me in rough, teasing circles while he slams into me. “Come undone for me.”
I do. Every last knot inside me falls open. I’m exposed – mind, blood, sinew, organs, heart … it’s all laid bare for him. His teeth scrape against my neck and my whole body shakes as my orgasm erupts. I call out his name, grinding my hips to meet his over and over again.
He follows me in a slew of German curse words before he stills against me. Even through the latex, I feel him spilling into me. I moan again, my heated pussy almost unable to take any more.
Alaric drags his lips from my neck. Even though he’s just come, the hunger in his eyes iswretched. His body shakes, and I know that there’s something of me I haven’t yet given him.
He’s being gentle with me.
The heat he’d stoked inside me starts to burn again as he trails light, cool kisses over my breasts and then up my neck, his shoulders shuddering as he licks and nips at my skin.
“You’re amazing. Do you know that?”
I find it hard to speak, hard tobreathe, while he’s still inside me, his monster cock giving the occasional little jerk.
“I lost myself for a moment there.” He grips my chin, forcing me to meet his dark stare. “But then I opened my eyes, and here you were. Not an illusion, but real. Winnie Preston in my bed, writhing beneath me and calling my name from those pretty lips. Magic.”
“Technically, it’smybed.”
“Technically, all things in Black Crag Castle belong to me.” His eyelashes tangle together ashe blinks. “Even you.”
His words send hot fizz down my spine. “I’m yours tonight.”
“Then if you are mine, tell me that you know you are amazing.”
“I can’t say it while you’re still inside me,” I manage to squeak.
That infuriating close-lipped smile bears down on me. “Say it.”
I sigh. “Fine. I’m amazing.”
Alaric’s head bobs down, sucking my nipple into his mouth until I gasp and writhe some more. “I did it. I did what you said!”
“You did,” he laughs, looking up at me. “That’s my good wife.”
I cry out in protest as he slides out of me and leaps from the bed. Alaric peels off the condom, staring at it with a wrinkled nose before tossing it in the rubbish bin beneath the table.
“You’re supposed to tie the end so Reginald doesn’t get a gross surprise when he cleans the room,” I tell him.
“Reginald has dealt with far worse things,” he says as he disappears into the bathroom. I lie on the bed, warm from the fire and my two orgasms, missing the reassuring weight and coolness of him. I hear the water running.
