“Tell me what you want, baby girl.” His voice is rugged and full of need.
“You. Alaric, I need you.”
I become impatient as I rock my hips at the rhythm of his fingers. My release is so close but I need more than his fingers. I need him inside me, owning me, tearing me apart.
“Not good enough. What. Do. You. Need?” His eyes darken with lust and dominance.
The demand itself makes me more wet. What I really want is for him to tie me up and take me like he did in his bondage room. I want to be free of any control and dominated. If I tell him that, he’ll argue that it’s too soon. The positions he would have me in would be too taxing to my back and arm. I’ll let him have that win of a made-up argument in my head but it won’t last long. I need the fill of his darker side. Damn him for showing me his art.
“I need you inside me. I need you fucking me like it’s the last time.” I narrow my eyes at him before I position my foot and press into his chest, pushing him away from me.
A low growl vibrates from his chest before he shoots up, yanking me from the counter and turning me so my back is to his front. I can feel him moving away from me, shuffling through drawers looking for something. I check over my shoulder and notice he found zip ties in my junk drawer. He looks over at me with a questioning look before he shuts the drawer and heads back over to me. What’s he up to?
Coming back over to me, he stands in front of me grabbing one arm and securing the zip tie around the wrist and then another to my other wrist. He then loops a third between the two. The last one is wrapped around the middle before he pulls me forward and loops it onto a handle and ties it securely.
Avoiding touching my wounds, which annoys me how fragile he thinks I am, he bends me over and pulls me a little ways away from the counter. Oh, ohhhh, he improvised without his toys and damn I like it. I feel a little pressure on my upper arms causing a slight sting to my deep cut. The furtheraway I pull from the drawer, the more it begins to stretch, but I don’t dare make a sound from the sting that it causes to my deep cut. I want this, no, I need this.
His feet go to the inside of mine and he pushes me wider to gain more access. My hair falls over my face, ass in the air, and I’m soaking. The tip of his cock rubs up and down my slit, teasing me.
Without warning, he slams into me, driving himself deep inside me. Holy hell. He’s huge and wastes no time letting me get used to his length. Pulling back out to the tip, he slams into me again, causing my breath to hitch. His hands grip my hips as he thrusts into me, this time harder and faster. He doesn’t let up, erratic and possessive.
“You’re so tight, but you take me so well,” he groans.
I swear my head just about hits the counter with how hard he slams into me. Nothing about this man right now is gentle and I’m eating it up.
“Yes, Alaric. Don’t stop!” I scream, not caring if the neighbors hear me. I hope the whole damn world hears me.
Gone is the sweet, soft man I knew. The maniac fucking me hard is out to play and I don’t want him to stop. My body begins to tingle and my eyes begin to see stars. Oh God, I’m going to come.
“You’re mine, do you understand?” His hot breath tickles the side of my ear. I nod, unable to form any words.
“I need to hear you say it, baby girl. Who owns this pretty, tight pussy?” He demands as he thrusts into me again before he smacks my ass.
He pulls himself out for a brief moment, swiping his fingers inside of me, collecting my juices around his finger before he re-enters me. His hand goes back to my backside and he swipes his finger at my other hole, lubing it for entry.
His finger then enters the hole that’snever been invaded before and he fingers my ass as he takes me over and over again. Both ends are full; I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I’ve never been okay with anyone messing with my rear but damn this feels so good.
“You, you own me. Alaric, I’m going to come!” I whine, as my legs begin to shake like they’re going to collapse at any moment.
“Come for me, Little Reaper.” And that’s all it takes. Calling me by my feared name.
My walls begin to tighten, breathing erratic and my climax hits the peak as I come all over him. He thrusts into me a few more times before he meets his release. We stay in this position for a few moments, trying to catch our breath before he pulls out of me. I can hear him pulling on his jeans and then the water faucet turns on.
A warm cloth is placed between my legs, wiping me clean before he finds scissors and cuts me free. I nearly collapse on the floor but he catches me in his arms.
Bliss, that's what I’m in right now. I don’t say a word because honestly, I’m speechless from what we just did. Carefully, he picks me up in his arms, cradling me over to the couch. His arm brushes against my back causing a hiss to leave my lips. His body tenses from the reaction and he slowly lowers me on the couch.
Leaving me there, he disappears into my room for a few moments before he emerges back out with one of his T-shirts I stole from his house and a smirk on his face. Easing me up in a sitting position, he slowly pulls the shirt on before laying me back down. Grabbing a blanket, he crawls behind me and drapes it around us.
No words are needed at this moment. We soak up the intimacy and comfortability we have now become accustomed to. Flipping on the TV, he picks a show and we lie there snuggled.
“I love you,” he whispers before he kisses the top of my head.
“Love you,” I barely get out before my eyes slowly close and for once, I fall into a peaceful slumber with someone I would give my life for. Someone whom I shouldn’t love. Forbidden, but it’s too late to walk away from.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
ALARIC
