Alaric #2
I, on the other hand, am in pain by the time I plant one hand by her head. With the other, I grip the base of my cock, lining it up with her pussy.
The head slips inside, and she gasps. Her eyebrows fly up, and a whimper escapes her from the stretch, the sting. She’s wet, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s small and my cock isn’t.
So I hold very still for her sake. It’s also a reminder that I won’t force myself inside her, even if a second ago, her answer was yes.
“Baby. Tell me to stop.” Releasing my cock, I drag my thumb along the path of her tears. “Tell me you need time and I’ll back off. Just shake your head for me,” I repeat, same as before. “Okay?”
The growl she lets out is animalistic, demanding.
And honest.
“God. Fuck.” The moment I bottom out hits so hard I almost black out. A jolt travels straight through my chest, making my teeth lock. “Fuck. Lilith, the things you do to me.”
She answers with moans and by clenching her pussy around me. Without taking my gaze off her, I slide my hand to her breast, my hips jerking when I feel how hard her nipple is.
“Such.”
I roll her nipple between my fingers, fucking her with abandon.
“A.”
While I do, I don’t think. Don’t worry about anything.
“Good.”
I just know I’m the person she wants and needs, all wrapped up into one. Rocking my hips like I deserve her, I sink to the hilt like I’ve always owned her.
“Girl.”
The world narrows to her. My home.
My woman.
She’s mine, and I’m taking her. Over and over and over.
“So wet. So tight. You’re sucking me in. Yes.”
The bed shakes from the force of my thrusts. Her cunt squeezes and soaks me. But I need more.
And this thing I need now, it’s got nothing to do with sex.
“I want to hear you out,” I whisper. “Can’t take another second without your voice.”
At that, Lilith breaks into gut-wrenching sobs. My protective instincts kick in, making me stop where I am.
“What is it?” I’m careful when I remove the gags from her mouth. “Tell me.”
“You have to believe me.” She lifts her hips. Begging for my cock.
I’m beyond denying her and myself anything, so I give in. Drag my length out before slamming my hips into her.
“I’m not a good person.”
“Don’t you dare say it.” I’m slow but rough, going so deep that she whimpers.
“It’s true.” Tears keep rolling down her temples. Pleasure turns her cheeks bright red. “I’m not. You’re the one who’s supposed to be running from me, not the other way around.”
“If you think I want you any less because you stalked me, you’re dead wrong.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “I fucking love it.”
“There’s more. I forgot earlier, but I did want to hurt people at one time.
I started planning how I’d kill Hope’s parents.
But she said no.” The confession is a whisper, one she lets out between small cries of pleasure that drive me insane.
“She said—oh, fuck, you’re deep—I’d get caught.
That no matter how much money I threw into covering my tracks, there was always a risk.
So I never did. As much as I wanted it.”
This new information changes things.
It’s violence coming from my Lilith.
Stunned, my movement falters, and I look at her. Really look at her, without worrying she’ll break free the first chance she gets.
And what I see is…
She’s as honest as she’s ever been. There’s no fear hiding behind her gaze. No hesitation.
I’ve spent so long believing I carried the darkness alone. That loving her meant keeping that distance intact, until I found the right time to explain myself.
But there she is, staring at me like there was never a distance to begin with.
Whatever’s been holding my mind captive leaves me slowly as I try to wrap my head around it.
I’m about to untie her binds.
Then a memory creeps in. The last skeleton hanging in my closet.
The one truth she hadn’t uncovered when she went through the more recent entries in my notebook.
The one that might make her hate me all over again.
Nothing to do about it now but to confess.
I keep rocking my hips. “There’s something I haven’t told you too.”
“What?” She lifts her chin, brave as ever.
The tension in the room is thick enough to suffocate on. Instead of choking on it, I lock my eyes with Lilith’s, pulling out slowly.
“What?” she repeats.
“I.”
I thrust my cock deep and mercilessly in one stroke, catching Lilith’s scream with my palm, groaning at the delicious vibration against my skin.
“Killed.”
Nothing beats this. This joining of bodies. This harsh, unforgiving pummeling that makes her come when I hit her pussy at just the right angle.
“Your.”
The aftershocks of her orgasm barely subside before I tilt my hips, my pubic bone grazing her clit as I drive into her.
“Mother.”
Her eyes snap wide open, but then she’s coming again on my cock. Her third orgasm is more violent than all the others that came before it. Her pussy sucks me in. Her breath is hot and heaving against my palm.
The scent of her, it’s everywhere.
I inhale it…
And fuck her as if it’s the last time. Without remorse, while staring into the deepest, most beautiful pale-blue eyes.
The sounds of our bodies slapping together are loud, wet, perfect.
“It was the morning after you’d been admitted.”
As her tremors gradually ease, then stop, her body softens. The look she’s pinning me with isn’t furious. It’s intense and curious. It’s so Lilith in essence.
Relief floods me at the sight, at knowing she doesn’t hate me.
“I kidnapped her. I ran my trials.” I won’t delve into the dark and ugly details. We’re sharing a moment Renata has no place in. “Then I dumped her in the Hudson River.”
“Mmm.” My fierce, bold woman whips her head to the side, and my grip over her mouth slips. “Thank you,” she whispers, voice hoarse. “Thank you.”
As soon as the words leave her lips, everything cracks open.
A thunderclap rolls under my skin. The feeling is powerful enough to lock my jaw and have my cock emptying deep inside Lilith’s pussy. Stroke after stroke, I drain myself of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
Sadly, there’s no true relief in it when I see Lilith breaking down, her body shuddering as a new wave of sobs tears through her.
She isn’t the only one in pain. Her reaction shakes me to my core.
A part of me understands these might be cathartic tears, those of relief.
Then the part of me that’s terrified of losing her twists those tears into something devastating. Into visions of her recoiling from me.
Even so, I can’t keep her bound like I have until now.
Not being able to hug her is splitting me open. I’m so fucking done with this.
“Come here, little devil.” I pull out slowly. Carefully, I reach for the restraints, my fingers steady as I loosen the tie at one wrist and remove it, then another at her ankle. “Whatever it is, I’m sorry. So goddamn sorry.”
She doesn’t say anything, but when I perch at her side, she moves, wrapping her arm and leg around me.
Even through her tears, she holds on as tightly as she can, giving us both what we need, even if it’s wrong.
“It’ll be okay.” Before I let myself get lost in her embrace, though, the scarf, not my tie, goes back into place, between her teeth. I’m gentler this time, deliberate as I protect both of us from words we might not be able to survive right now. “I promise you it will.”
When she’s gagged, I guide my half-hard cock into her wet heat. This has nothing to do with sex. It’s about tethering her to me. About proving I’m present. Reliable. Hers.
“Somehow, someway, we’ll regain what we lost. What I ruined.” I gather her impossibly closer to my chest as her tears soak my shoulder. “It’ll all work out, you’ll see.”
One hand covers the back of her head. The other, I slide under her body, splaying it over the curve of her spine.
“Stay.”
She doesn’t nod. Doesn’t push me away either.
She needs me, and I’m not going anywhere.
If only she asked, I’d stay right here for the rest of my life.