Page 230 of Fractured Devotion
He kisses me again, letting me taste myself on his lips. “You’re mine,” he says, his voice rough and possessive.
“Then take me,” I challenge, breathless and shaking.
He strips out of his clothes, every movement sharp and urgent.
I watch, ravenous, as his body is revealed—all lean muscle and raw strength, every inch of him hard and ready.
He crawls over me, his cock thick and heavy against my thigh.
“Beg for it,” he growls.
“Please,” I whisper, unable to resist.
“Louder,” he demands, teasing me, the head of his cock rubbing against my slick folds.
“Please, Alec,” I cry out. “Fuck me. I need you.”
His control snaps.
He thrusts into me, hard and deep, filling me completely in one brutal stroke.
We both cry out.
He sets a relentless pace, pounding into me with every ounce of pent-up hunger.
The bed rocks beneath us, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, loud and filthy.
“You feel this?” he snarls, his breath hot and ragged near my ear. “You feel how fucking perfect you are for me? How tight you grip me?”
“Yes,” I cry out, my nails clawing down his back, leaving angry red lines as my body arches beneath him.
He growls at the sting, his hips snapping harder, faster, and deeper, making the bed frame slam against the wall in a brutal rhythm.
His hand finds my throat, firm and possessive, not to choke but to hold me in place, keeping me beneath him, keeping me his.
“Mine,” he snarls, his voice gravelly with lust as he pistons into me, dragging loud, wet moans from my throat.
“Yours,” I sob, my legs locking around his waist, my heels digging into the backs of his thighs to pull him deeper and harder.
Every thrust punches the air from my lungs, driving me higher and tighter, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming.
“Fuck,” he hisses, watching every tremble and ripple of my body as he pounds into me. “You take me so good.”
I whimper beneath him, my body quivering uncontrollably, the coil inside me tightening with every brutal thrust.
Our moans, his deep grunts, and my ragged cries merge in the air, thick and breathless.
He drives even deeper and harder, the pace brutal and relentless.
“Come with me,” he orders, his voice feral, his eyes locked on mine as his hand tightens just enough to make my head swim.
The pressure explodes inside me, blinding and savage.
I shatter around him, screaming his name as my body convulses, locking tight around his cock.
He roars as he follows, his body jerking against mine and filling me with every last pulse, his release hot and consuming.
We collapse together, our bodies tangled, drenched in sweat, and trembling from the intensity.
