30. Lilith #3
“It’s going to hurt.” More lube on my ass. More on his cock. “And you might want to scream, which is why I have this.”
My gaze follows his clean hand as he plucks the stethoscope off the bed.
“Grab the diaphragm.” Once I obey, he brings it closer to my mouth and murmurs, “Open wide.”
My lips barely have time to part before he adjusts the tubing between my teeth.
As depraved as this whole scene is, or maybe because of it, I feel like the most desired woman in the world.
“Bite into it,” he murmurs.
After I do, he brings both ends behind me. He must have them in one hand, since I can feel his other palm, warm and slick with lube, resting on one of my ass cheeks.
“Good girl. You’re going to take my cock now, won’t you, Lilith?”
“Mm-hmm,” I groan into the gag.
“Every inch of it.” He lines himself up with me, pressing against my rim.
Drooling and moaning, I nod.
“Lilith, I—” The head of him pushes in, sliding past tight muscles. The intense stretch almost knocks me out. “Ah, fuck. So good. That ass, you’re driving me crazy.”
I whine and groan, but never try to escape. Don’t clench my ass to push him out.
He’s mine.
I’ll learn to take him. I want to so bad.
“Let’s see.” He slides his hand to the front of my body, stuffing my pussy with two of his thick fingers. Slowly, he grazes my walls, making need swell inside me. “You’re wet for this. Soaking my hand. You like being this doctor’s dirty little slut, don’t you?”
His question comes with another pull on my gag, and I come undone for him. This orgasm barrels into me, and it hurts. I thought the first one was brutal. This one threatens to steal my sanity altogether.
Tears streak my cheeks, and I bite the stethoscope hard, rocking my hips on Alaric’s cock.
I’m only faintly aware that I’m doing any of this; that’s how deeply I want him. That’s how high I am on this climax.
“Just like that.” He thrusts into me, filling me to the point of pain. Pulling his fingers from my pussy, he focuses on my clit.
Everything turns to pleasure again when he works his hips, driving into me.
More strokes. More long minutes of blinding pleasure, of heat I couldn’t imagine existed until him.
Euphoria washes over me from his words, from how he thickens inside me. He’s stretching me, pulling on the gag, his hand hot on my flesh before he comes with a feral growl. Alaric bucks his hips, whispering my name like a prayer as he empties himself inside me.
“Good fucking girl.” His arm wraps me in a hug from behind, and he slowly removes my gag.
With the utmost care, he carries me to the shower, where he holds on to me while hot water sprays over both of us. Words of praise and tender kisses are woven into everything he does, from lathering shampoo and soap over me to brushing my hair, then blow-drying it.
When he dresses me in one of his shirts and climbs into bed with me, his hands, lips, and loving words follow me there too.
I’m in heaven.
And I’m sleepy. So, so sleepy. My eyelids are heavy. My body sinks into the bed.
I almost fall asleep.
Almost.
“Alaric?”
His fingers, warm and a tiny bit rough, smooth a strand of hair behind my ear. “Yes, little devil?”
“If I ever did something bad.” Like stalking you. Like obsessing over you so hard that I waited seven years for you. “Would you still love me?”
“Not even a question.” His gaze, though his eyes are as hooded as mine, is feral and determined. “You could put a knife to my throat. Hell, you could kill me, and I’d still love you. Unless you hurt innocent people, which I’m sure you won’t, you have my heart. No matter what.”
A frown tugs at my lips. His love is too much for someone like me. Broken. A stalker. Practically a stranger to him.
“Why?”
“I’d say this, us, is fate, except I don’t believe in it.” He draws comforting circles over my cheek with his thumb. “I believe in you. I believe in us. Nothing else has ever made as much sense as this.”
“I feel the same way.” I do my best to instill conviction in my tone. So he never forgets. “I’ll love you, no matter what.”
His smile is a sad one. Doesn’t reach his eyes.
I have a good idea why.
“You’re tired.” He presses a kiss to my temple. “Go to sleep.”
A deep, wounding ache twists my heart. As I look at him, I witness something I’ve never seen in him before.
Fear.
He worries I’ll never accept him, I think. He’s afraid of ending up alone.
It’s then and there that I decide I’m going to use my spare key to get into his storage unit tomorrow.
Yes, he has a motion detector installed. Probably cameras too.
But by the time he makes it there from the hospital, I’ll have already read his notebook and have the final puzzle piece of his story.
I’m doing it so I can tell him I’ve uncovered all his secrets, that I accept every one of them.
That I accept him.
That he’ll never be alone again.
And once he sees just how honest I am, we’ll be free to be us.
Forever.
“You’re right. I am tired.” I turn my face to kiss his palm, coaxing a low, satisfied sound from the back of his throat. “Goodnight, Alaric.”
“Night, little devil.”