When I nod, he kisses me again and starts to move, pulling free of my body and pushing back in. He moves softly at first, almost lovingly, but when he speeds up? When he slams into my cunt with hard, quick thrusts? That’s when I moan, feeling his length drag along those nerves, relishing the snap of his hips against mine as he reaches down and tilts my hips. He changes the angle until I’m crying out and he’s sitting back, fucking me on his knees. My lower half is in the air, and his lips are twisted in a fierce snarl.
It’s a beautiful fucking sight and has me reaching for him. I slide my hand down his rock-solid abs, feeling slightly raised scars beneath my fingers.
“I said don’t move,” he snaps angrily.
I whimper, I can’t help it. He arches an eyebrow, waiting but not moving.
“I need to touch you,” I rasp. “Please, Alaric, I want to touch every inch of you the way you did me.”
His eyes close for a moment, and when they snap open, the shock makes me jerk as he leans down and blankets my body.
“Then touch me, wife, but know I won’t be held responsible when you make me nothing but an animal rutting into you like a wild beast.”
I clench around him, the thought making me swallow hard. He groans, snapping his hips forward to fill me again before he pulls out and thrusts back in as I drag my hands down his back to cup his supple ass. I feel it clench as he fucks me.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growls above me, his huge cock spearing me. “Like the idea of me like that—fucking you until you can only scream for me, until no one can save you from the darkness inside me. The one that wants to swallow you whole and stain every inch of your perfect young skin with its mark and my cum and see every hole dripping with it for me.”
I cry out at his words. The images of him doing just that fill my head until I’m clenching around him again like the greedy girl he called me earlier. Those dark, all-consuming eyes hold me prisoner beneath him, but I’m a willing one, and I dig my nails into his ass to urge him on.
“Yes, I would like it,” I finally admit, arching my back to rub my aching, hard nipples along his wide, muscular chest.
Every inch of me is being consumed by this man, and there is nowhere left untasted, like he promised. My every nerve ending is alight with pleasure until I can scarcely breathe. I let my body take over; it knows what to do. I rise to meet his thrusts as I scratch down his back, cutting it as he pummels into me. He roars at the pain, and I feel blood under my nails, but I don’t stop. I claw like an animal, writhing and rocking beneath him, chasing another release, and then it’s there.
It slams through me, and my pussy clamps around his cock as I scream.
My channel milks him as he tries to fight it. He pulls out and pushes back in twice before it’s finally too much and he gives in. Yelling, his hips stutter as he finds his own release. The warmth of it splashes inside me, making me groan as I collapse back onto the bed. I feel boneless, my body limp as he rolls his hips again and again as if shoving his release deeper inside of me. I whimper, unable to protest, too busy sucking in air as my body quivers beneath him.
Well and truly fucked.
“Good girl,” he croons, his voice deep and rough. “You took my cock so well, my perfect little wife.”
His words shouldn’t make me float on air, but they do, and when his lips touch mine softly, I swear I melt into the bed. I don’t even move when he pulls free of my aching core.
Rolling to his side, he leans on his elbow above me as I force my eyes open to meet his sparkling ones. He’s never looked so relaxed, so happy and open.
I did that.
“Perfect in every single way,” he whispers as he leans down and kisses me. When he pulls back, he strokes his hand down my body possessively. Reaching my throbbing, sensitive pussy, he trails his fingers along my folds, making me whimper lazily. He brings his hand toward my face, his fingers covered in our mixed cum, and then he coats my lips in the glistening fluid.
“Taste us, wife. Taste what we are like together,” he demands, and my tongue darts out, tasting us as I moan. “We are perfect together. Now rest, I plan on waking you up in an hour or two with my head between your thighs.”
I can’t help but snuggle closer. We might have started as strangers, but after tonight, he knows my body better than I do. Everything else can come after.
I fall asleep right there in his arms with a smile on my lips, fully relaxed for the first time in forever.
Feeling safe and cared for.
With him.
My husband.
CHAPTER15
Alaric
Ilie on my side, running a finger up and down Layla’s arm as she slumbers next to me. I swallow dryly as I stare at the perfect naked creature who is now my wife.
Wife.