Page 27 of The Possessive Alpha’s Reborn Luna

"Using me?" He thrust hard, making me cry out. "Let's see who's being used."

He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in. Again. Again. Each thrust deeper, harder, hitting that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.

"Cedric!" My nails raked down his back.

"That's right. Say my name." He grabbed my thigh, hooking it over his shoulder, changing the angle. "Let everyone in this goddamn palace know who you belong to."

"I don't—oh god—belong to anyone!"

"Liar." He captured my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans. His hand slipped between us, fingers finding my clit.

Pleasure crashed through me in waves. I was close, so close.

"Not yet." Cedric pulled out suddenly. I whimpered at the loss.

He lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the vanity, sweeping everything off in one motion. Bottles and brushes clattered to the floor.

"What are you—"

He bent me over the table, my palms flat on the cool surface. In the mirror, I could see him behind me, eyes wild, chest heaving.

"I want you to watch," he growled, positioning himself at my entrance. "Watch me fuck you. Watch yourself fall apart on my cock."

He entered me in one brutal thrust. My back arched, pushing back against him.

"Look at you," he rasped, one hand fisting my hair, forcing my gaze to the mirror. "So desperate for it. For me."

The visual was obscene—my flushed face, mouth open in pleasure, breasts bouncing with each thrust. And Cedric behind me, powerful and relentless.

"Harder," I demanded. "If you're going to do this, then fucking do it properly."

His eyes flashed. Challenge accepted.

He pounded into me with renewed vigor, the table scraping against the floor. His free hand snaked around to toy with my nipples, pinching and rolling.

"You feel that?" His voice was ragged. "Feel how perfectly you take me? This cunt was made for my cock."

"Don't—flatter yourself!"

He laughed darkly and increased his pace. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with our harsh breathing and my increasingly desperate moans.

My legs started shaking. The coil in my belly wound tighter and tighter.

"Cedric, I'm going to—"

"Come for me, Alice. Come on my cock like the good little Queen you are."

The command, the possessiveness in his voice, the relentless stimulation—it all crashed over me at once.

I shattered.

My inner walls clenched around him, pulsing, as pleasure whited out my vision. I screamed his name, unable to stop myself.

"Fuck, yes," Cedric groaned. His rhythm faltered and became erratic. "Alice—"

He drove deep one final time and held there, spilling inside me with a guttural moan.

Then he collapsed on top of me. The room fell quiet except for our ragged breathing. I closed my eyes, feeling his warmth, emotions churning inside me.