Page 45 of Alpha's Forbidden Bond

“But Diana, I want to make you come.”

“Oh, you will,” she said. “But this way, you can just focus on giving me that huge, throbbing cock of yours, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Are you?—”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. She took the little vibrating disk into her hand and pressed it into her clit. I then braced myself with two hands and drilled as far as I could into her pleasure palace while I kissed her with a newfound ferociousness. She bit my bottom lip and drove me mad as her vagina tightened around me so that each thrust was better than the one that came before it.

She pulled her mouth away for a second to let out a soft cry as she finished with me still inside her. The sound of her climaxing sent me over the edge, and just as our lips met again, my body shuddered, and I spilled my love for her. Gasping, Diana held onto me for a second longer, and I kissed slowly and deeply. When her arms finally dropped to either side, and she smiled with satisfaction, I slid out from between her legs but kept her close. She curled up into the crook of my arm and nuzzled her nose into my neck.

I had never felt this intensity about anyone before. It was like my whole chest was about to explode, I was so overly full of passion. Perhaps Diana could pick up on some of what I was feeling because she blinked her gorgeous eyes up at me and smiled.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know… Like that.”

I laughed and breathed in the smell of her unwashed hair. It was intoxicating. “I guess I’m just happy. Like really happy. That doesn’t happen a lot.”

“Oh yeah?” she said, sounding a little surprised. “You’re really happy? Laying here on the cold concrete floor after not sleeping more than two hours or so last night?”

“Yes,” I said. “In fact, I’m ecstatic. There’s no place I’d rather be, and I mean that.”

She pushed herself up on her elbow so that she could look down at me. I let my fingers gently trace a delicate pattern in the space between her shoulder blades. “You were right,” she said after a short while. “The guy who has been following me did come to the house last night. I didn’t want to tell you when you first got here because I was just too fucking tired. And so were you. But he was here alright.”

My jaw clenched. “You mean the guy you mentioned? Stanley?”

Diana nodded. “He used to work for my dad. It’s kind of a long story, but the gist is that he was trying to use me to find my parents. Apparently my dad owes him money, and he hoped I would somehow lead him in the right direction. But I don’t have any clue where my parents are or where to find them, which is what I told him.”

“And he accepted that answer?”

“I think so.”

“He’s going to leave you alone now? You’re sure about that?”

“Yes, but—” She frowned and stopped herself short.

“But what?”

“Nothing,” she said a second later, shaking her head. “It’s nothing. This is my family drama, and since I know you’ve got plenty of family drama of your own to deal with, I’m not going to make this your problem, too. I really do believe he’s going to leave me alone from now on, though, and if he doesn’t, then you’ll be here to protect me, right?” She laughed, but I didn’t even crack a smile.

“I will be here to protect you,” I said solemnly. I didn’t want her to mistake anything I said as being a joke or flippant. “Diana–”

“You can call me Di.”

My heart thudded against my ribcage when she said this. I drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, then tucked some hair behind her ear with a delicate brush of my fingers. Her skin was soft as silk, and I could feel myself starting to get aroused again. “Di, I think you should know something—I’m falling for you. Hard.”

Her eyes widened. “You mean… This is more than just good sex for you.”

“Yes. A lot more.”

She held steady eye contact with me for a moment, and I prepared myself for whatever she might say next. I would be heartbroken if she didn’t feel the same way, but I refused to put any pressure on her. I didn’t want her to just say what I wanted to hear because, for me, this was all too real. It meant too much to me. I couldn’t cope with any part of it being faked or forced.

“Good,” she said finally. “Because it’s more than just sex for me, too. It’s—well, I don’t know what it is, but I don’t want to lose it. I don’t want to lose you.”

I pulled her into another kiss. “You’re not going to.”

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