Page 124 of Aftershock
When he delves in to kiss me, he steals my sanity. His kiss is as rough as his touch when he rubs my clit beneath my panties. He does everything he can to get me off, as if my pleasure is crucial for his survival.
I ache for him to feel just as good, so I jerk him faster while pulling his pants and boxers down, then cupping his balls with my other hand. It’s the first time I dare to do that, and this beast of a man rewards me by biting my lip so hard it feels like he’s sayingyes, please, more.
That silent plea gets me so wet. Because it’s me, no one else, who can stoke such a wildfire in him.
When he pulls his lips away, I almost scream.
“I need…” he starts, his chest expanding with every labored breath.
“Whatever it is, do it.” My hair must be a mess like his. I love it when he wrecks me. “I trust you.”
“I’ll never hurt you,” he reassures me, his voice strained. “Not ever.”
“I know.”
With his gaze burrowing into mine, he uses one hand to yank the stethoscope from around his neck. Alaric is careful as he loops it around my throat and holds both ends with one hand at the side of my neck.
The tubing presses against my skin. It tightens around me when Alaric tugs on it lightly.
My gasp has his cock dripping for me. My thumb is soaked with his need.
His unhinged devotion and the arousal rolling from him are unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced.
“I’ll never hurt you,” he repeats.
“I know.” There’s no describing how I feel with the stethoscope wrapped around me like a collar. Alaric’sownership lights me up from the inside. “I trust you. I belong to you.”
“Yeah, you do.” Less than a beat passes, and just like that, he pries my hands off him. “Socks. Shoes. Jeans. Panties. Everything off.”
Despite the tremors racking through me, I obey, toeing off my sneakers and socks. My jeans and panties go next, my hands yanking them down while the stethoscope stays around my neck.
He releases the stethoscope when I’m done. Then he grabs me under my thighs and hoists me up, wrapping my legs around his lean waist.
“So beautiful.” The feel of just the tip of his cock inside me is insane. It’s too much and nowhere near enough. “So mine,” he whispers, his hand returning to the stethoscope, tugging it without hurting me.
My hands barely have time to find his shoulders before he buries himself to the hilt, the forceful shove knocking the air from my lungs.
The invasion, the stretch, how deep he goes, feels like he’s tearing me from the inside. Forcing me to adjust to the shape of his dick.
“Remember that I love you.” Five words, and my pain morphs into intense pleasure that has me seeing stars. “Because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”
I clench my pussy, dig my nails into his shoulders, and hiss, “Yes.”
His eyes darken, and then I’m slammed into the wall over and over as he rams his cock into me.
My breath and body are his captives, and he does as he warned me. Fucks me like he hates me. Uses me for his pleasure, beating my pussy without a shred of mercy.
Then there’s the limited airflow. The way my head rocks against the wall. The pounding, the fullness.
All of it drags me deeper under him, making me feel morehisthan I already am.
I’ve never been more aroused in my life.
“Good fucking girl.” He emphasizes each word by slamming harder into me. “Tell me, who owns you, Lilith? This tight little cunt soaking my cock, who does she belong to?”
“You.” My walls clench around him, electricity humming beneath my skin. “You.”
“Say my name.”Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.“Say it, dammit.”
