Page 22 of Pregnant Kidnapped Mate

He tasted the same as I remembered, his kiss just as commanding and eager as it was all those years ago. He pulled me toward him, rolling me over so I was on my back looking up at him. He kissed me greedily, seeming to want to make up for lost time, and I was just as enthusiastic. I hadn’t realized how much I’d craved him until I felt his lips on mine again.

His hand ran down my side, caressing my body. His fingers rested at the hem of my shirt, slowly slipping beneath and inching slowly upward, giving me a chance to stop him if I wanted. But I didn’t want to—I needed him. I needed every inch of him.

His lips never left mine as his hand moved beneath my bra, cupping my breast and squeezing firmly in a way that made my breath hitch. My fingers tangled themselves in his hair, locking him in place until I had gotten my fill. My other hand ran along his bare torso, tracing every line of his muscles. They rippled beneath my touch, sending more fire running through me. My breath shallowed, my mind going blank, consumed with need.

My shirt and bra fell to the ground as he took them off and tossed them aside. He sat up, his legs pinning me beneath him as he straddled me, looking me up and down.

“You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” he said, his hands roaming across my bare torso and chest, caressing every inch of my body. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

I’d missed him, too. More than I had realized. Any fears and prejudices buried inside me—they were paltry compared to how badly I needed him.

He bent down, kissing me on the lips, his tongue slipping into my mouth as his hands continued to roam. His lips moved down my neck, tracing my collarbone, before continuing lower. I could see his bulge through his sweatpants as he took my breast into his mouth. And the sight alone was enough to make me wild with need.

His hand slipped beneath my shorts, his fingers pressing gently against my clit as his mouth went to my other nipple. I moaned softly as his fingers began to rub against my clit, first gently, then more firmly. I groaned, the fire in between my legs growing as I writhed beneath his touch, hips grinding against him as he held me down.

Not taking his hand out of me, he somehow managed to unfasten and yank down my pants, leaving me naked as I lay against the warm stone. We were out in the open. Anyone could walk by and see me melting beneath him as he fingered me, hear my panting and moans as his movements grew faster.

But his fingers, while magical, weren’t enough. I needed more. I grabbed his sweatpants, pulling them down. His cock shot straight up, fully erect. I licked my lips, remembering how it used to feel when he fucked me, needing more of it.

He saw the way I was looking and gave a wicked grin that sent new spasms of lust through me.

“You like that, Baby? You miss it?” he asked.

I nodded, biting my lip.

“You want it inside you?”

When I nodded again, he said, “Then ask me nicely.”

“Please?”

The tip of his cock pressed against my vagina, circling it, teasing me.

“Alek,” I begged.

“Please what?” His thumb went to my clit, his eyes not leaving my face as his lips curled into a smug smirk. I gasped, squirming beneath him, but his legs pinned me in place, leaving me unable to slip away from his thumb, flicking back and forth.

“Please fuck me!”

He thrust his cock inside me, filling me entirely in a way that only he had ever been able to do. He glided in and out of me, getting faster with each pump. He took one breast into his mouth, tugging gently at the nipple while a hand played with the other, still never breaking stride as his continued to plunge inside me. I squirmed beneath him, wrapping my legs around his back, my hips bucking in time with him.

His hand tangled in my hair, his mouth biting gently on my collarbone as he continued his assault. I moaned, and all of it combined began to build inside me, fueling an insatiable flame that burned between my legs, growing with every thrust as he shoved himself deep in me, his pace steady, just the right speed to add to that fire without pushing me over, making it nearly unbearable.

I tried to hold on, to ride the edge for as long as possible, hoping I could hold it in to enjoy the ecstasy that being on the precipice gave me, that mindless need where all that mattered was his cock fucking me. But then his hand slipped to my clit, flicking back and forth with delicious rapidity that made my toes curl and that fire between my legs burn red-hot, and it was too much.

I shattered, screaming loud enough that I was sure everyone in town could hear the echo, despite how far we were. My nails dug into his flesh as I panted, relishing the pulsating wave of release washing over me. He didn’t stop, his dick gliding in and out as the orgasm continued, my legs tightening and my muscles tightening around his cock.

He kept going, his speed gaining. His mouth pressed against mine, and even though I had just finished, I could feel how wet I still was, how badly my body needed his. A new burst of need began to spark inside.

Alek grunted, and I felt him filling me with his cum. That was enough to send me over the edge a second time, almost without warning, and I gasped as that wave of ecstasy washed over me again. Finally, he came to a stop, looking down at me.

We stayed like that, his cock still inside me as he hovered, his arms on either side of my head as we both panted, reality crashing down around us again.

“Are you all right?” he asked, eyes searching my face.

“Mhm.” I didn’t trust myself to say anything else, my heart and head still reeling from what had just happened.

“Good.” He bent down and kissed me. “That’s good.”

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