Page 46 of All The Happily Ever Afters

“Alec,” I murmur with the insecurity I feel. I don’t know if I can take this.It’s too much.

My head thrashes as he moves out slightly and then forces himself back in. He does it again and then once more, and I can already feel myself on the brink again. So close to being overwhelmed with another release.

Alec’s hot breath travels down my skin like the lick of a flame as he groans, “Yes… Cum for me again. Let me feel you cum on my dick.”

His dirty words are the last straw and for a second time, I come undone under him. But Alec doesn’t wait for me. He doesn’t let up. He continues to fuck me as the sensation washes through me and paralyzes me with unadulterated pleasure.

He pistons his hips, thrusting his thick length into me over and over again mercilessly. I scream out, “Alec!”

My heels dig into his ass, urging him on even though it’s too much. Waves of intense heat roll through my body, burning every inch in slow creeping waves. Each one more threatening, more consuming than the last.

“Alec,” I moan as I feel the impending fall of my release coming. I know it’s close; I can feel it slowly making my fingers and toes curl. My head thrashes and I hold my breath, but Alec never stops.

He’s ruthless and unforgiving as he continues to pound into me. The sound of me crying out his name and his low moans mix in the hot air. I struggle to breathe when he rides through my orgasm and forces more from me.

His hard body lies on top of mine, pinning me down and keeping me still while he pushes my release higher.

I almost cry out for him to stop, almost try to push him away. But the final wave of pleasure is too intense for me to do anything other than cry out and lie victim to its intensity.

Alec groans deep and low in the crook of my neck as his fingers dig harder into my hips with a bruising force as he erupts inside of me. I feel his thick cock pulse as hot streams leave him, filling me completely. He pumps his hips in short and shallow thrusts until we’re both spent.

Leaving me on the highest high I’ve ever had, my body shaking and the cold air slipping between us as he rises between my trembling thighs.

I breathe heavily as my body lies limp on the bed, exhausted and sated and deliciously used. I’m vaguely aware that Alec’s climbed off the bed, but the dipping and creaking of the mattress is a telltale sign. I listen to the faint patter of his bare feet as he slips into the en suite.

The warmth between my thighs leaks out slightly, and the realization wakes me enough to reach down and prevent it from slipping between my legs and onto the comforter. Before I have to shuffle awkwardly off the bed, Alec towers over me, pushing a hand against my chest. I fall easily for him and spread my legs.

He wipes my thighs and between my legs with a warm wet cloth, kissing the inside of my left knee and then pulling the blanket up over my naked body.

“No need for a dress shirt tonight,” he whispers and kisses me quickly on the lips before disappearing again.

Although I smile and hum a small thanks of gratitude, inwardly I wish I’d just fallen asleep.

This situation is a nightmare because there’s only one way for it to end.

With me shattered. I can already feel it happening.

Alec Kulls will ruin me.

LILA

Tap, tap, tap. The only sounds in the room are of my fingers on the keys.

I should be in the cabin; I should be writing my article. I should be getting ready to leave more than anything.

Instead, I’m making myself comfortable in the library.Alec’s library.

I lift my eyes as the door creaks open and Alec walks in, a bundle of small logs under his arm. My fingers stop moving for the first time in what must be hours.

“Why didn’t you tell me it’d gone out?” he asks as he kneels in front of the fireplace. The smell of burnt wood drifts toward me as he picks up the cast iron poker.

“I thought you were busy,” I tell him honestly. “That, and I’m…” I hesitate to say the truth, but I put the laptop down on the ottoman and shrug a bit as I confess, “I’m afraid of outstaying this welcome.”

He huffs and doesn’t answer me, putting in another log and stirring the hot embers, exposing bright oranges and reds.

“I don’t mind,” he says as he looks over his shoulder. He gives me a coy smile, letting his eyes drift over my body in a way that leaves no doubt he likes what he sees.

I pull my knees into my chest, and hide my face from him. I’m in his pajama pants and a white undershirt… also his.

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