Page 41 of The Alpha's Sold Pregnant Mate

There was blood on the tip of his cock, when she bent over to look at the object of her pain. The blood was evidence that he had made her a woman.

In spite of the pain, Esme still wanted more. Her body was craving him now more than ever. It was like the moment her hymen broke, her eyes opened to the sweetness that she could enjoy if she could endure the pain for a while.

He kissed her lips some more, and his actions slowly took away the pain.

“Put it back in,” she said. “I can take it.”

He locked lips with her as he gently penetrated her once more, and her groans softened at his tender touch and his fervent kiss.

The first few thrusts were painful, however gently he moved. The next few thrusts, though, were successful and she wasalready getting used to the feeling.

Freely, her mound accepted him, getting wetter by the minute. The pleasure was getting to her head as he moved inside her gently and carefully.

She swallowed him wholly, taking every inch of his cock inside her folds.

Her fingers raked his bare back as he continued to slide inside her, pushing the pleasure deeper into her brain.

“Don't stop, please,” she pleaded between moans as he raised her leg in the air while grinding slowly into her.

His hand carefully palmed her round face and his thumb ran over her cherry lips.

He increased his speed a bit as he was reaching climax.

Clasping her legs tightly around his waist, she seized his lips, locking them in hers as he groaned deeply, releasing his load deep inside her.

It felt so warm, and the feeling was like an electric current surging through her. She moaned immensely, accepting all of his content in her hot mound.

He panted, looking right into her eyes, combing his fingers through her wavy hair.

“That was amazing.” He smiled at her, and she reciprocated the gesture.

“You made me feel so good, Asher.” She reached out to touch his face. “You made me feel like a woman.”

“I'm glad you loved it.”

He slid off her and lay on his back with both hands thrown beneath his head.

Esme adjusted herself and placed her head on his chest, listening to the sound of his beating heart.

This was the best night of her life, all thanks to Asher who took his time to make this experience better than she had hoped. She sighed deeply, a sigh of satisfaction and she shut her eyes to sleep.

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She stood in a wilderness under the scorching sun, surrounded by dead flowers. The sun had withered all of them, and blood flowed from the leaves of each one.

However, there were still a few flowers that weren't entirely dead. They were scattered across the wilderness, just a handful of them. Some were thriving even in the heat, while most of them looked weak; they weren't dead, but they weren't blossoming either.

Thunder rumbled in the sky above, and the heavens began to rain blood, drenching her to the skin.

Her dress was dripping wet with blood, her black hair had turned red, and her face, her skin, was all red. She stared at her hands, covered in blood, and screamed out loud.

Esme suddenly found herself lying on the ground in a forest. She hurriedly touched her body, but she wasn't drenched anymore. There was no sign of blood on any part of her body. She sighed heavily and rose to her feet.

She recognized the forest; it was the same one she had seen in the previous dream, where she had met that strange woman dressed in white.

Then came the eerie whisper of her name, echoing through the forest.

“Esme…”

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