Page 28 of Dark Alliance
Being with me might cost Thal everything he'd spent years building. And still…
Here he was.
Calm, confident, eager, my longing for him ignited a fiery passion that consumed my entire being, driven by the intense flames he awakened within me.
In that moment, I surrendered completely, allowing myself to be swept away by the pleasure he generously gave. I parted my lips to welcome him as his tongue slid in, meeting mine in a dance of heat and tenderness, an intimate exchange that set my senses ablaze.
A soft moan escaped my lips as I leaned into him, feeling the electric touch of his body against mine. Our kiss deepened, becoming a passionate pursuit of shared ecstasy, tongues entwined in a rhythmic dance. I reveled in the sensation of him close, the connection so visceral and real.
After a few lingering moments, he pulled back, a storm brewing behind his eyes, hinting at the intense emotions bubbling beneath the surface.
“I need you, Daphne,” he growled, his voice heavy with lust.
“Then take me,” I said, pulling at the hem of his shirt. I yanked it over his head, exposing the rippling muscles on his torso. My pussy quivered at the sight, slick and wet with anticipation.
He didn't pick me up. He didn't lead me to the bedroom like a gentleman, or even a lover. Instead, he gripped my waist with a strength that promised bruises, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of my hips as if he were trying to leave a permanent mark through the fabric of my dress. With a low, sharp growl, he spun me around and slammed my chest against the cold iron railing of the terrace.
The contrast hit me like a violent, stunning shock. The icy metal railing pressed into my breasts, its sharpness making my nipples ache, while Thal’s chest was a fiery wall pressing against my back. I was caught between the harsh reality of the city beneath me and the fiery obsession of the man behind. The smell of rain-damp pavement mixed with his costly bourbon in my lungs, creating a mixture of pure, unfiltered destruction.
He didn't wait. His hands slid down over my hips and butt, his palms rough and demanding. He bunched the fabric of my skirt up in his fists, dragging it over my waist until I was completely exposed to the desert wind and his predatory, silver-blue gaze.
“You aren’t wearing panties,” he hissed against my ear, his breath a scorching ghost that made my knees buckle.
I let my head fall onto the cold iron railing, a ragged breath escaping me as the reality of my situation—the delicious, terrifying shame of it—hit me. “Whoops,” I managed to shrug, though my voice was a broken, airy whisper. I felt the heat of hisstare on my bare cheeks, a physical weight that made my pussy throb with a desperate, heavy pulse, already weeping for him.
“Holy fuck, you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, Daphne,” he growled. It was a hungry, savage observation, the sound of a man who had finally found the one thing worth destroying his reputation for.
He sank to his knees behind me. I shuddered, a long tremor rolling through my spine as his lips found the curve of my ass. He planted hot, insistent kisses on my skin, his mouth sliding against me with a slow, agonizing deliberation. He was marking me, claiming every inch of my skin as his territory. I gripped the railing until the metal dug into my palms, my vision blurring as the scent of star jasmine from the terrace planters and the expensive whiskey on his breath swirled around us.
When he placed his hands between my thighs and forced them wide, I felt my last bit of common sense dissolve into the night air. My dress was bunched at my waist, leaving me entirely open to the city. If anyone looked up, they might see the silhouette of a woman surrendering her soul. But then Thal bent his head, and his tongue darted out, licking me from the very base of my entrance all the way up to my swollen clit in one long, devastating stroke.
I cried out, the sound echoing up to the heavens, a raw confession of a need I hadn't known could be this primal.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice muffled by my slickness. “Keep them wide, beauty. I want the city to see exactly how much you want me.”
I obeyed, my thighs quivering, my hips lifting instinctively to give him better access. It felt erotically risqué, a wicked betrayal of every rule Zeno had ever drilled into me. But Thal’s tongue was magic, a relentless, heavy swirl that pulled every ounce of pleasure out of my body. He licked and nibbled at my sex, his tongue darting inside me to taste the depth of my arousal.
“Fuck, Thal,” I sobbed, my head dropping onto the iron. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit and pinning it against the bone with a rhythmic, merciless pressure. I was a wreckage of nerves, my body bucking against the railing as he worked me into a frenzy. The world vanished—the tourists, the neon, the past—nothing existed but his mouth, the bite of the metal, and the rhythmic, wet sounds of his tongue against my pussy.
I spasmed and shook, my juices flowing into his mouth as a massive, world-ending orgasm shattered my resolve. I felt the heat of his face pressed against me as I came, his hands holding my thighs steady so I couldn't escape the intensity.
As the aftershocks died down, Thal pulled back slowly, leaving me feeling fragile and cold. Then, I heard the distinct, metalliczipof his trousers. My eyes widened, my pussy spasming at the sensation of his cock—thick, hot, and terrifyingly heavy—rubbing against my entrance from behind.
“I need you now, beauty,” he muttered, his voice a primal rasp.
“I’m yours,” I whimpered, the words a final bridge-burning surrender. “My pussy is all yours, Thal. Take it.”
He didn't hesitate. He entered me with a quick, smooth, satisfying motion, burying himself deep, embedding himself until I felt like he was hitting the very back of my soul. I gasped, my head tossing back against his shoulder as my swollen cunt manacled his massive shaft.
“Fuck!” he hissed, his grip tightening on my hips until I knew I’d see the marks of his fingers by morning. He began to thrust—hard, long, and deep. Every pound of his cock felt like it was pulling the secrets out of my blood. I reached down and my found my clit, rubbing it as he hammered into me, needing to feel the explosion again.
“Daphne, my God,” he muttered. He reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back so I was forced tolook at the moon while he slammed into me. The dominance was absolute, yet I could feel his heart racing against my spine, a desperate, frantic rhythm that told me he was just as lost in this as I was.
“You fucking love my cock, don’t you?” he growled. “Tell me.”
“Yes! Fuck, yes, I do! I need all of you! Please, Thal, fuck me... It feels amazing!”
He pushed in deeper, pausing for a moment to let me feel the full, throbbing weight of him before pulling all the way out and slamming back inside to the hilt. Each time I cried out, my breath ragged and raw. My thirst for this man was insatiable. I’d spent years in a gilded cage, and now that I’d tasted the predator, I never wanted to be safe again.
