Chapter 22 Alaric
ALARIC
In the early hours of the morning, he took her again.
There in the darkness, their naked bodies entwined together, Alaric woke with a hunger for her he had never experienced before.
The lovemaking started slow, with the feel of Hanna’s soft velvet skin under his hands, her sleepy noises arousing him further as he shifted closer, her limbs loose and pliant and warm where she lay in his arms, Alaric waking her slowly from her sleep with hands hungry and insistent.
He explored the angle of her hip, the perfect dip of her waist, stroking every inch of her skin, between her legs, texting the plump curve of her arse with his calloused hands.
His cock was painfully hard by the time he pulled her bottom tight against him, threading his leg between hers and lifting her thigh so that he could slide into her from behind, a groan of satisfaction rumbling in his chest as Hanna gave a throaty, sleepy sigh and arched to take him deeper, his breath hot on the back of her neck as he started to thrust into her tight cunny.
Her flesh was hot, so fucking hot and ready for him, still slick with his seed from their first coupling, so that each slippery, smooth stroke landed with a slap of skin against skin.
But Alaric wanted her wetter, wanted her soaking the sheets for him, twisting and crying out with desire and wanting.
Desperate. For him.
He slid his fingers over the soft curve of her belly and between her thighs, letting his hand explore the feel of the glide of his cock into her tight hole, as he took her slow and deep.
Then, Alaric moved his slick fingers up to the pearl of her pleasure, playing her body in time with his thrusts as Hanna moaned and rolled her hips for more.
Fuck, he needed to slow down, he was on the brink of spending and he wanted Hanna with him, wanted her cunny strangling his cock as her crisis took her.
Hanna was whimpering now, her neck arched, body tight like a bow as her hips titled to take him deeper, head thrashing side to side with building tension.
It was just as he had imagined for many nights now, all those night spent spooned against her with her sleeping trustingly in his arms.
Alaric threaded an arm under her side and gathered Hanna tight against his chest, playing with her breasts as his hips flexed and he fucked her deep, once twice, hard and and anamalistic, while he pulled her thighs wide and rubbed her ruthlessly towards her peak.
“You are so fucking perfect,” Alaric groaned into her ear, kissing her throat as he sunk into her heat over and over while she moaned and shuddered, wetness spilling around his fingers as she coated his cock with her pleasure and her channel pulsed and clenched around him.
The early morning light filtering in through the shutters allowed Alaric to watch her face as Hanna came for him, eyelashes fluttering against her cheek and her swollen red lips open with a cry, each sound spilling from her lips tightening his balls as his seed threatened to spurt into her hot depths and his fingers softened their torture against her sensitive skin.
“I want my babe in your belly,” he growled into her neck, his hips thrusting hard and fast now, mind and body united in one goal, one anamalistic need
Fuck his woman, fuck her deep and hard, fill her, breed her.
With a low cry, Alaric spilled his seed, thick, creamy pulses of his dark pleasure filling Hanna in time with the frantic beat of his heart.
Alaric groaned and kissed her hair as she panted in his arms, her body already relaxing into exhausted slumber as he gently rocked his hips, feeling every last shiver of sensation as his cock twitched inside of her.
His woman, in all ways now.