Whispers of the Diamond: A Romance of Memory and Desire

Chapter 22 - Terra

"Please Sir, may I cum?" I begged, my voice low, caught between whimpers.

"Cum for me," God alive those fucking words. My entire body shook with so much force that my knees gave out, his reflexes quick to lock at my waist, keeping me up as I trembled against him. Nothing in the world could prevent the moan that ripped from my throat.

As my orgasm passed I pushed myself onto the desk, grabbing his hard length and guiding him toward me, he reached under my ass locking his arms around my thighs and with one hard push his erection tore into me, again I howled in pleasure.

His grip tightened around my thighs as he drove into me with such force that it left me struggling to think. The echo of skin on skin reverberated off the dilapidated walls. His hands released my thighs as he leaned between them, his hand closing around my throat. His eyes blazed with a fire I had only ever seen in him. Alex was mine, and as much as I tried to deny it, I was his.

His rhythm never wavered, though he seemed to sink a little deeper with each thrust. I felt myself climb toward another peak, knowing what was coming next. My body convulsed so intensely that my muscles clamped down tight, forcing him out. I shuddered, and he chuckled.

"Damn, my little mouse knows how to please her wolf," he said, his voice dropping with intent. He wasn't done with me; his eyes flickered with a look I knew well. It was the look of, "I'm going to remind you who you belong to, and then you will thank me for it." He was right, of course; I would.

His grip on my throat flexed, catching me slightly off guard as he released me, and I gulped down precious air. He pushed me onto my front, my feet hitting the ground as he bent me over the desk. His hand was in my hair almost instantly, the other on my hip as he guided himself back in. God, I loved when he was rough, how hard and deep he fucked me. My body raced toward another orgasm, barely able to think as my hands clawed at the damp wood of the desk.

I swear there were still scratches from last time. I wasn't the smallest of women by any stretch, though I was more toned than most girls my size—a benefit of lifting heavy equipment, carrying weapons, and being constantly on the move. My top barely contained my 36DDs, my hair was wrapped in his hand, pulled back so he could hear every whimper and moan.

My hips ached from the relentless pounding he was delivering. Alex was unyielding, his cock driving into me with a force that went deeper than any man I'd ever known. He wasn't large by any means, but that powerful 140-pound frame of his was capable of catching me off guard. Alex had always been stronger than I'd given him credit for, and now he was twice the man he had been all those years ago.

He slowed as I neared another release, his hand slipping from my throat to pinch and tease my nipple. The bastard was playing with me, expertly reading my body better than any man I'd ever been with, met, or even considered as a lover. Alex just knew. He'd bring me to the edge, only to pull back, letting the need subside before quickening again. My mind reeled from the constant back and forth of my almost release.

"Fuck!! Please!" I pleaded, my voice trembling with desperation. He had control over my release, my body, my pleasure—just as he always had. I thrived on that fact. For all the control and strength I had in this world, Alex would forever be my weakness.

"Please what?" His words cut through my thoughts, clear and challenging. He knew I needed to come, yet he kept pushing me, drawing frustrated whines from me as he slowed once more. My mind raced in the moment, caught between desire and need. My body rapidly climbed only to be torn off the edge.

"Please, sir, please let me cum," I shuddered as his grip shifted, crushing my breast in his hand. Even with my large size, Alex's hands covered a significant portion, squeezing with so much force that the pain mixed with his thrusts, causing my mind to go blank.

"That's a good girl, cum for me!" he growled. My brain shut down as my body convulsed over the edge. I felt Alex drive in deeper, the wave of liquid spilling between my legs as he growled with his own release. Feeling him twitch and pulse inside me sent another powerful orgasm through me.

I lay breathing heavily as Alex withdrew, seating himself once more. My heart hammered in my chest as I lay there, the world seeming infinitely brighter in that moment. I never fully understood what it was between us, but everything was always better when we were together. Slowly, I sat up, wrapping my arms under my breasts and turning to him, feeling the warmth of liquid spilling from me.

"Isn't this worth holding onto?" My words were soft as I looked at him. I could see the conflict in his eyes. It was clear that Alex still loved me, that he wanted me, but I was afraid that his destiny as what they had made him would never change.

"It's not that simple," he replied with a sigh. I could see the conflict between duty and his feelings for me. I knew I'd win, but at what cost to him? "I've got people I care about too, and trust."

"Care..." Why did that hurt so much? Had Alex found someone else, and had I gotten in the way? Had I ruined his chance to be happy?

"It's not like that, but I have good people I work with. I can't just throw that away."

I frowned, drawing my nails along my forearms, a sign of my discomfort. As he watched, Alex leaned forward, taking my hands and guiding me into his lap. His thumb brushed over my lips before he kissed me—long, slow, and passionate. You couldn't fake that. I knew he loved me; I didn't question that fact, only my place in his life.