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Alastor, it seemed, was just as lost in me as I was in him. Each touch, each caress, was met with a groan of approval from him. He tasted and touched me as though I were the sweetest gourmet meal he’d ever had, and he intended to savour every bite.
His fingers stroked me intimately, teasing me until I was writhing beneath him. With each stroke of his hand, each growl of desire that rumbled in his chest, I felt myself falling deeper for him.
"Alastor," I moaned out his name. I needed more. The sensation of his tongue exploring me was so intense, it took my breath away. My body instinctively moved against him, and he groaned in response. One of his hands slipped under my hip, tilting my body towards him while the other slid up to knead my breast. My heart pounded in my chest as every touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.
He left no part of me unexplored, every flick of his tongue, every stroke of his fingers sending new waves of ecstasy washing over me. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as I bucked beneath him.
"Alastor," I gasped, my body tightening as I teetered on the edge of release. He groaned against me in response, intensifying his movements.
And then I was tumbling over the edge into pure bliss. My body shuddered beneath him, my vision blurring as a cry ripped from my throat.
He pulled back then to watch me come apart; dark eyes fixed on my face as his fingers continued to slowly torment me.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured. “You come so prettily, my angel.”
I couldn’t speak, but his words burned inside my mind. I wasn’t good, I was a sinner, I was evil, I was… oh God! His lips closed around my clit sucking hard at the sensitive flesh and I cried out once again. Surely, he couldn’t… I couldn't…
His fingers stroked lower, and then I gasped as he slowly slid one thick finger inside me.
“Oh, sweet angel, you have no idea how good it feels to know I’m the first one to touch you like this,” he said, his eyes locked onto my pussy as he gently moved his finger in and out. I couldn’t reply, my fingers twisting in the sheets, my hips moving up, pushing against his hand. He chuckled.
“Oh angel, I think you like this... such a good girl for me. Such a pretty wet pussy.” He leaned back down, and I closed my eyes as his tongue began its demonic activity once more.
I whimpered, my body reacting to his words as much as his touch. My mind screamed for me to stop, to push him away and put an end to this sinful act but my body betrayed me. It craved for him, ached for his touch, yearned for the pleasure he was infusing in every inch of my being.
"Alastor," I moaned again, the sound turning into a purr as a second finger slipped inside, stretching me, and I let out a strangled cry of pleasure. He growled against me, the vibrations reverberating through my sensitive flesh. My body tightened around his fingers and my breaths came in short gasps.
“That’s a good girl, come on baby. Come for me again,” he murmured against my clit. I reached above me, grabbing the low metal header of the cot, needing something solid to hang on to as my body arched off the bed.
“Alastor, I can't…”
"Shhh... let go," he murmured against my skin, his voice a dark promise that made my stomach clench.
I couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry, I surrendered to the pleasure that tore through me. My vision dimmed, stars bursting behind my eyes as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
He continued his ministrations, drawing out my climax until I was shivering and gasping for breath beneath him. He pulled away, and I opened my eyes, searching for him. He stood by the bed, stripping away his clothing, and my mouth fell open as he revealed himself: every hard line and shadowed curve. The sight took my breath away and desire flared within me once more. My eyes followed the trail of dark hair arrowing down from his navel to where his huge erection stood proud against his belly.
"God, Alastor," I whispered.
Crawling over me again, he claimed my lips with his, effectively silencing any objections that might have been lingering in the back of my mind. I could taste myself on his lips and it drove me wild.
"Sariel," he growled against my mouth before rocking our bodies together - letting me feel how hard he was for me. I gasped against his mouth as a spike of desire shot through me.
"Alastor," I breathed out shakily, wrapping my legs tighter around him. My nails raked down his back and he hissed. I stilled, but he slid his mouth down to my throat, grazing his teeth over my skin.
“Scratch me, sweet one. Leave your marks on me.” He pressed his cock against me, rubbing himself slowly up and down until I could barely think. I dragged my nails down his back, and he groaned.
"Good girl," he murmured huskily in my ear, nipping at the sensitive skin. He caught my bottom lip in his teeth, a growl lifting from his chest as I whimpered in response.
"Harder," he commanded, his voice strained with desire. Obliging, my fingers dug into the muscles of his back, eliciting a guttural growl from deep within him. He lifted his head frommy neck, his gaze meeting mine with an intensity that left me breathless. "You have no idea what you do to me," he admitted in a husky whisper before capturing my mouth once more.
His fingers intertwined with mine, pinning them above my head, while his other hand began exploring anew. His fingers traced over my breasts, thumbing my nipples into hardened peaks before dipping down to caress my stomach and hips.
"All mine," he growled possessively as he pressed himself against me again, leaving no doubt as to just how much he wanted - no, needed - me. I arched under him, pushing up into his hardness.
"Alastor," I gasped at the pleasure coursing through me.
He groaned in reply, his hips grinding against mine rhythmically, like the tide ebbing and flowing against the shore.
