Page 60 of The Alpha Under My Bed

She was fighting it. But I could tell… she was losing.

Trying to resist.

Tryingso hard to hold on.

I let the vibrations ease for a second—just enough to give her a flicker of relief.

Her shoulders slumped.

She thought she had a chance.

Then, I turned it up to the highest setting.

“Fuck!”

Ellieconvulsedbehind me, her nailsdigginginto my jacket, her forehead pressing into my back as shefoughtagainst it.

I nearly groaned at the way her bodyreacted, how I couldfeelevery tiny movement, every desperate attempt to keep herself together.

She waslosing.

Her armsshook.

Her thighsquivered.

I could feel her breath—hot, uneven—against the back of my neck.

And then…

Shebroke.

Her entire body wenttaut, a choked-off cry catching in her throat as sheclutchedonto me, legs trembling, nailsrakingdown my stomach as the orgasm ripped through her.

I groaned softly, gripping the handlebarstootight as I fought against the urge topull over, spread her open, and see what a ruined, freshly fucked Ellie looked like.

Fuck.

Fuckingfuck.

I let the vibrations ease, setting it to the lowest hum just to keep her twitching. Just enough to remind her?—

Shestillbelonged to me.

Ellieslumpedforward, her whole bodyshakingwith aftershocks.

I smirked. “You good back there?”

She didn’t answer.

Her breath was ragged, her grip loose, her bodywrecked.

I chuckled. “Guess that’s a yes.”

She hit my shoulder weakly.

I grinned.

Perfect.

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