Alina POV
Then he pounced.
His hand pushed against her wetness, her head instantly falling back. She bit her lip harder, she wondered if she was drawing blood. His fingers made strokes along the inner thigh, his thumb brushing her clit every few seconds.
She heard him hiss behind her, as his thumb stroked up and down her heat. God this was so sinfully wonderful. She shouldn't want this, should shove his hand off of her, but of course, she didn't. Instead she raised one of her unholy warm hands to her mouth trying to hold back a slow moan that had slipped from her lips.
She felt the darkling pull her closer, their bodies bouncing in unison with each trot the horse took. A blissful fog settled over her body as he began to rub with a precise pressure on her now throbbing core. She tried to push his thumb in harder, to gain more pressure to any area down there.
There was a sharp tisk behind before Alexander spoke, hushing her gentle " Not yet, let me. Alina, let me make you feel so, so, good" he voice was husky sent a deep rumble through Alina's body right down to the throbbing ache between her legs.
She turned her head, resting it into the crook of his neck. Letting a low moan into his kefta. Swiftly he began to rub harder, now she wished she had worn something thinner, instead of the warm thick pants she had put one.
Slipping one finger into the waist band of her pants, she again pushes her hips up to meet his hand. Longing for any friction or contact on her cunt. She opened her mouth, a throaty moan escaped her lips as she tilted her head backwards.
Alexander was smarter than she was, he had released the rains for a second to cover her mouth. Again his hot, steamy breath warmed her ear as he reprimanded her for being so noisy. Teasing her with the threat to stop and make her wait till they arrive back at the little palace.
She shook her head violently, begging and promising to stay quiet, to not make a noise.
"Please Alexander, please, you feel so good, please don't stop, please." she begged, the words weren't foreign to her. Mal had made her beg before, to beg on her knees till they bleed to let her fuck him. To tell him how badly she needed him.
"Please, please, please, I'll do what you want, whatever you want please just don't stop" tears had begun spilling from her eyes, Mal had always seemed turned on when she cried although they felt like small drops of acid pouring out of her eyes and burning trails down her skin.
He gently rubs circles around her clit while saying, "Alina, you don't need to beg and cry for me. You never. Need to cry for me to touch you, that disgusting boy taught you this? That crying was the only way to get release? Oh~ darling, never. Never will you want for anything. You are mine." he began to ramble as his finger finally broke the two soaked layers of skin apart, letting one finger tease her pink swole hole.
She opened her eyes, looking up at him. She expected him to not be looking, to have his eyes closed as if picturing someone else like Mal always had. Of course he wasn't, of course his full attention was on her.
He then gave her the most heart-reaching smile, it wasn't like Mals who had seemed more triumphant than anything. His was full of her. Her light, her essence. She laid her head onto his chest, his finger still playing with her.
He let his hand trail slowly up her stomach resting warm and slick in between her breasts. She feel asleep listening to his heartbeat and him feeling hers.
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When she woke she was in bed, with warm fluffy blankets keeping the cold air out. The sunlight peaked in through the curtains, shining directly into her eyes. She squeezed her eyes together moving her hand to block out the blinding morning light.
Once Alina's eyes had adjusted to the rooms lighting and her eyes were immediately caught on a black kefta that was draped over a chair, the entire room screamed dark academia, the entire room screamed Alexander.
She sat up quickly, her head spun with the sudden rush of blood flowing in the opposite direction it currently was.
An odd pain flooded her body, she let out a painful cry falling back into the pillows tucking her knees to her chest, burying her head in the nest of pillows laid around her. She registered the door opening and clicked shut.
Her cries continued to flood out of her mouth, holding her arms gently she tried to provide an ounce of comfort to her burning body. It felt as if her body had been lit aflame with an unknown heat.
The tears flooded down her cheeks, her body burned to release the heat but still no comfort came. She willed her eyes to open, to see who had entered, but as she felt a chill blanket of darkness covered her body, the fire still flamed inside her but was now tamed and her cry's of pain and agony were no more.
Gentle arms scooped her up and cradled her shaking body closer to the cool form. Knowing instantly who held her she burrowed closer into Alexander's solid chest.
"Alina, darling, open your eyes for me. " she shook her head, not wanting to leave the darkness, Alina. " he said, his voice dropped deeper, less kind and more aggression and authority played into his tone.
"no," she muttered into him, "I wanna sleep, Alexander, please let me sleep." she begged. Her body hurt, she didn't want to wake up and think. She didn't want to fight the guilt of what had happened, of letting Alexander hold her close and treasure her soul.
"You've been sleeping, Alina, " he sighed gently, weight dipped into the bed as he sat rocking her gently. "You've been asleep for 3 days," his voice sunk into a tone of despair and longing, "you need to wake up now Alina, please, stay awake for me."
Her eyes squeezed together, before every so lightly cracking open, she rubbed the sleep out of them before blinking rapidly to dispel the tiredness from them.
She looked around, shadows danced around the room. If she didn't know better she would have thought it was the middle of the night. She kneaded her eyes with her fists, giving a great yawn before sinking back into Alexander. She wasn't ready to face the real world yet, to admit what she was doing was wrong.
The darkling chuckled , as if reading her mind and understanding she wasn't necessarily refusing to wake, but refusing to engage with reality.
Standing he wrapped her legs around his waist, he carried her into the bathroom. A steaming tub of hot water was already filled to the brim with oils and expensive soaps.
Her breath stopped for a moment when his hands wandered to the shoulder of her nightgown, and she was pretty positive her soul had ascended to heaven as he began to peel it off.
Authors Note
GOOD GOD I'M HORNY, it took everything in me to NOT make this a full force smut chapter. I want to so badly :c Also this is my first time writing steamy scenes or smut so please tell me how I did or if I should do certain things when writing THAT. :) :) :D
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