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Like life itself,he called the sensation of our joining.
He’s right. That’s exactly what this feels like.
I toss my head back into the pillow, relinquishing the panicked voice at the back of my mind frantically telling me this isn’tlife—it’s danger, it’s surrender, it’swrong.I don’t have the capacity left to care. Endorphins flood my brain, and I moan wantonly as the masked intruder takes stroke after stroke in my wet depths. Right now, in these moments, this is my purpose—to spread my pussy and take him to the hilt until he has nothing left to give.
“Fuck yes, that’s it, baby girl,” he pants in my ear as my body softens in acceptance. “I’m never gonna get enough of you. God, you’re so fucking addictive. I should have known the first time I smelled you…Fuck!”
He pulls back up, supporting his weight on his hands, eyes closing in ecstasy as he increases his pace. Sharp, rhythmicthwacksof his skin against mine underline my whimpering moans and his panting breath.
I don’t know how long he takes me like that, deep and smooth and unrelenting. It feels like forever, yet only minutes before the rhythm of his harsh thrusts forces my exhausted body to climb.
“Shit!” I clutch my hands uselessly when my muscles tighten in preparation, and the pleasure immediately turns painful as my muscles grip his thick cock. “Shit, I’m gonna come!” It’s a whine of dread, not delight, his presence inside me pulsing through my pussy and into my pelvic bones in hot, agonizing threads.
“That’s it, baby girl, I’ve got you. Just let go,” he groans, and despite the sliver of pain from my sheath’s merciless grip on him, the rich, deep rumble of his voice is rough with pleasure. He pumps my pussy harder, forcing his cock through my pulsing tunnel mercilessly fast, drawing lewd, wet smacks from my depths as I howl in denial.
My protests are in vain. Despite the pain, there’s no stopping the tidal wave rising through my abdomen and thighs. One minute I’m panting and frantic for escape—the next my entire body locks up in a tight bow against the ribbons tying me down.
“Holyshitgoddammitahhhh!”My cry of completion echoes through the room and nearly drowns out the alpha’s growl as my pussy’s tight spasms milks a release from him. This time, I feel the threat of his knot push hard against my trembling opening before he snarls a curse and manages to pull back enough to clasp a hand around the swelling bulge.
“Fuck!”he spits through gritted teeth, his forehead pressing to mine as warm spurts of semen coats my cervix once more. He pants harshly through the expulsion, his orgasm sounding nearly as pained as mine, but he keeps his cock as deep as it’ll go for the knot preventing him from going all the way inside.
Finally, some long moments later, my climax wanes. My muscles relax into one big, jellied puddle, and I sink deep into the mattress with a breathless groan. Everything is warmth and bliss.
Soft lips skim over my jaw, then press gently to my mouth. I sigh into the kiss, parting my lips willingly. For one long, euphoric moment, there is only pleasure, and a deep connection to this man who has shown me what it feels like to surrender everything I am to instincts I didn’t know I possessed.
“You okay?” he murmurs.
Too shattered from orgasm to feel anything but floating haziness and a dull throb where we’re still connected, I croak a weak, “I… I think so.”
He kisses me again, then lifts his body off mine and gently pulls out. Semen follows his retreat, trickling out of my opening to pool on the mattress.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he rumbles, stroking his warm hands up my thighs and down my shins. “How are the restraints? Any cramps?”
“No,” I murmur, eyelids fluttering shut when he digs his thumbs into my hamstrings, massaging the deeper tissues.
“Good.” He keeps massaging my thighs and calf muscles, and I allow myself to sink into the bliss of his care. This feels almost as good as the come he forced from me—and so much gentler—the warmth of his hands against my skin as comforting as a cashmere blanket on a cold winter night.
Once he’s ensured my legs and hips are fully relaxed, he moves onto my wrists, checking the tension in the silk scarves to ensure my circulation is still good. His fingers brush against my palms as he does, and the intimacy of the gesture touches something deep in my chest. I look up at him and capture his gaze with mine.
“Why did you do this?” I ask softly. “Break into my home with the intent to force me? You’re… gentle. I thought alphas were all about violence and power, but you’re not. Not really. You could have just… asked me on a date.”
He chuffs a breath, amusement flirting with the hoarse sound. “A date? Eve, it was all I could fucking do not to drag you into the alley by the station, clap a hand over your mouth, and have you against the wall in the freezing cold. I’d love to have wined and dined you, baby girl, but the risk of you telling me ‘no’ at the end of the night when you saw my cock? Wasn’t an option. But that doesn’t mean I wanted to hurt you, not even before I realized… Before it became clear you crying with terror wasn’t going to work, either.”
Part of me wants to claim I wouldn’t have told him no, but that part is currently drowning in pleasure hormones and not at all grounded in reality. Had this been a date, without a financial incentive and ample amounts of purring manipulation? Yeah, I’d have turned tail and ran the second I caught sight of his absurd dick.
“All right. Fair enough,” I mutter.
The intruder’s lips twist in an amused smirk, but instead of responding, he pushes off the bed, grabs my empty water glass, and disappears into the bathroom for a moment. When he returns, the glass is full again. He perches by my side and once more carefully supports my head as he tips the glass to my lips, allowing me to drink.
Once I’ve slaked my thirst, he lets my head sink back into the pillow. His dark eyes meet mine, and a tremor works its way up my body at the heat in them. He’s still not sated.
TWELVE
KNOTS & PRETTY BOWS
My pussy aches as it contracts weakly in response to the need in that dark gaze, and I know I should plead for mercy.
I don’t.
