Page 3 of Abandoned By My Alpha Husband

Shame crashed over me like a tsunami. His fingers rubbed back and forth through the thin fabric. Every touch made my body tremble uncontrollably. Heat flooded out, soaking my underwear, soaking his fingertips.

"You're mine," he murmured, biting my earlobe, hot breath on my ear. "You're waiting for me."

He was right.

"Say my name." His fingers yanked my underwear aside, touching wetness directly. "Say it... Lucifer."

His fingertip pressed on a sensitive spot. My body jolted like I'd been shocked.

"Fucking remember this," his voice hoarse and terrible, whispering in my ear. "Remember who made you this wet. Remember whose fingers are inside you. Remember this feeling. Because you're mine... only mine..."

Mine, mine.

That voice still echoed in my head, mingling with his breathing.

He tore open my shirt. Buttons scattered everywhere, exposing my cheap cotton bra.

My legs were already open, waiting for him. But his words at this moment made my feverish body even more restless. What was he waiting for? I deliberately clenched around his finger. He grunted. I sat up and bit his ear.

"Fuck." His movements paused, a flash of struggle in his eyes, quickly drowned by lust. His finger thrust deep inside. My eyes widened. I fell back hard on the sofa. His suppressed breathing filled my ears. "No wonder it's so tight. You've never been fucked by another man, have you? Huh?" His degrading words teased my nerves. I couldn't help grinning, clenching tighter in provocation.

"What, you can't handle it?"

The pleasure made me moan. Provoked by my words, he bit down on the peak of my breast through the bra, sucking hard in retaliation.

"Ah!" I screamed. Pain mixed with tingling pleasure shot from my chest straight to my head. My nipple hardened under his licking and biting. I grew wetter below.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and burning. My chest heaved, nipples aching from his mouth. I could feel how soaked I was, how desperately I wanted more.

"Well, go on, asshole," I whispered, the words spilling out raw and urgent. "You can't stop now!"

Something in him snapped. His eyes flashed with a hunger that made my stomach flip. He'd been holding back—holding back all this time—and the realization hit me like a spark to dry tinder.

"Damn it," he growled, voice low and rough.

In one swift motion, he ripped the bra down, freeing my breasts completely. His mouth latched onto my nipple again, but this time there was no fabric between us. He sucked hard, teeth grazing, tongue flicking mercilessly while his hand shoved my skirt higher up my waist. I cried out, back arching sharply off the sofa as sharp pleasure lanced through me.

I gasped at the stretch, my walls fluttering wildly. He curled them perfectly, stroking that sensitive spot over and over while his thumb circled my swollen clit with ruthless precision. My hips bucked against his hand, chasing the friction, but he pinned me down with his body, forcing me to take every intense sensation.

"You're so fucking wet for me," he muttered against my skin, switching to the other breast. He bit down gently, then soothed the sting with long, hungry licks. I moaned loudly, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

The orgasm crashed over me without warning. I screamed his name, body convulsing as waves of blinding pleasure ripped through every nerve. He kept stroking me through it, drawing it out until I was whimpering, oversensitive and trembling.

But he didn't stop.

He rose up, shedding his shirt and pants in record time. His cock sprang free—thick, hard, and leaking at the tip. I stared, pulse racing. He gripped my hips, pulling me to the edge of the sofa, and rubbed the blunt head of his cock against my entrance. I shuddered at the contact, still hypersensitive.

"Look at me," he commanded, voice strained with need.

Our eyes locked. I nodded frantically, and he pushed inside in one long, deep thrust. I cried out at the stretch, the fullness—god, he was big. He filled me completely, bottoming out with a guttural groan. For a second, he stayed buried, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed to mine.

Then he started moving.

His hips snapped forward, driving into me with powerful, steady strokes. Each thrust hit deep, brushing that perfect spot inside me and sending sparks exploding behind my eyes. I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails digging into his back as I met him thrust for thrust. The slap of skin on skin was loud, rhythmic, intoxicating.

"Fuck—you feel incredible," he rasped, pounding harder. Sweat slicked our bodies. He leaned down to capture my mouth in a messy, desperate kiss, tongues tangling as he fucked me. One hand kneaded my breast, pinching the nipple, while the other gripped my ass, tilting my hips for even deeper penetration.

I was lost in sensation. Every slide sent fresh waves of pleasure crashing through me. I clenched around him deliberately, earning a broken moan from deep in his chest. My responsiveness drove him wild—he thrust faster, deeper. My orgasm hit like a freight train, ripping a scream from my throat as I convulsed around him.