Her Dirty Little Secret [R 18+]

11 | In Twilights Grace

Salvation in the dark world came at his hands, looking into Alaric's eyes, I realised he'd always been right there melded into the very fabric of darkness, he ruled it. The monsters in my mind could not compete with the one currently holding my body like fine China.

Three fingers pulsed against the velvet lining of my core; I sucked in lung-fulls of air as the pleasure took control of my sanity. It was different this time, I was falling for this man, consequences be damned. I was his, entirely.

Nothing felt more perfect, more right than his body wrapped around mine like a shield... no like amour. "Please, Alaric, make me yours," I whispered, the heat of my tongue touching his.

Alaric moaned, it was deep and throaty, completely feral. I felt my body flush with need at his husky display of arousal alone. The man barely spoke and housed all of two expressions, but fuck could I read him like an open book. The fire in his eyes burned hot and heavy.

His clenched jaw, the only hold he had on control and those wicked lips, well they pressed against mind like beautiful fucking destruction.

The hand leisurely fucking my pussy, slipped out and I whimpered quietly at the emptiness.

"Eyes on me, Vaela," Alaric cautioned, his grave tone making it obvious that he would stop if my gaze shifted.

Like a good girl, I said, "eyes on you, Alaric."

And because I craved to hear his praise, I kept them on him the entire time. From the strained groan that left his lips when the tip of his cock touched my slick opening, to the moan that I pressed into his skin when it first entered me.

I watched as he stole inch after inch of my body, painting it his. "So full..." I murmured, unable to comprehend how any more of him could fit inside me, but the strain and stretch were welcomed.

"Good girl, taking me so well." Alaric complimented me, stroking my face with his free hand. He cupped my jaw and spoke to my soul, "full of me, sweetheart, nothing else, never anyone else."

The promise in his words was holy. A baptism exuding all the sins, all the touches of the men that had stolen a young girl's virtue. I cried out as he pulled his cock almost all the way out and then slammed it back inside. "More." I bite through clenched teeth.

It was exhilarating, liberating fucking white dots flashed before my eyes as my heart freed itself. The scars on my body sang with need and desire, they craved his touch, his cleansing. I wanted him everywhere, etched to my body until there was no differentiation between where he ended, and where I began.

Holding his face between my hands, I began rocking against him, setting a pace. Alaric growled and I smiled. He walked us from the icy lake, the chill in the air long forgotten as our naked bodies rested against the damp soil.

Alaric cared little for the mud or small bites of rock beneath him. He sat me atop his lap like it was my throne, and then he gripped my hips and rode my body against his. I could feel my wetness drip between us, pooling over his skin, covering him in our pleasure.