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His hand found my bare leg and pulled. I wrapped my leg around his waist, feeling the hardness of him at my core.
With his hand on my upper thigh, his entire body pressing against mine, his teeth in my flesh and his blood on my tongue, I was sure this much ecstasy could not be possible for one person.
I was clawing at him then, my fingers fumbling with the belt of his pants.
I had never even kissed a man before I met Alek. Now? I was an imposter; I was a stranger in my own body.
Because this was insanity. This was hot and toxic and explosive.
And I didn’t care in the slightest.
Alek took another mouthful of my blood into his mouth, the feeling of it pulling as much lust from my veins as possible, before he backed up and unhooked his own belt, shoving his trousers away with as much desperate force as I felt.
And he didn’t respond with patience, either.
With the length of him bare against me, he reached up my dress and found my black lace underwear, ripping it away with one finger.
The cool air between my thighs mixed with the heat of Alek’s mouth on my body sent me twirling, spiraling and dizzy and uncontrolled.
I finally released his neck, needing to kiss him, needing to peak even higher.
He did the same, his blood-covered mouth finding mine in a beast’s frenzy.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, let him lift me until both of my legs were around him, until he pressed at my entrance just enough to tease me.
“Do you feel this?” he asked, pressing only enough inside of me to make me feel just how wet I was. “This is how we know it’s right.”
Then he slid inside in one thrust, holding me against him and the brick wall, until my head fell back.
I thought I could not feel any more pleasure, and I was incredibly, astonishingly wrong.
Alek slid out, pausing. “You are mine.” He slid in again, hard. I bit down on him again to keep from screaming out. “I want to hear you say it, Lyra.”
He pulled out again. He was torturing me. I knew he was. This was my punishment for hiding from him, for keeping this from him.
“I’m yours,” I half-moaned against him. “I am yours. I am so deeply yours.”
“That’s my fucking girl.”
Alek pounded into me, not caring about the brick wall behind me, not trying to be gentle.
I didn’t want him to be.
With the high of his blood still pulsing through me and the heat between my legs building and building, I begged him for more.
I held onto him as he fucked me against the wall, the entire ball still going on outside, everyone moving on with their lives like normal people.
While my entire world was being changed only a few feet away.
This was not like the other times Alek and I had slept together. In the two weeks after I brought him back from the veil, we spent many nights alone in his bedroom, many nights of him touching my body, of showing me what I had been missing all those years locked away in Theia’s basement.
But this was different. Alek had controlled himself those other times, had focused on me and held a certain restraint, like I was his fragile possession he did not want to break.
Now? It was as if he knew I could not be broken. It was as if he chased that predator within him just as much as I did.
The pressure built. Alek pulsed inside of me faster and faster, moaning with me and cursing to the gods beneath his breath as I chased my own release, as I gave into that fire and let it overtake me, let it melt my entire body in Alek’s hands as I shook against him. I closed my eyes and peaked with utter bliss.
Alek did the same, finding his own rush of euphoria as the world crashed down around us.
