51. ADDICTION
alistair
My attention lands on the bottle sitting nearby.
I grab it, expecting some ordinary liquor, only to find a bottle of Domaine Leroy Musigny Grand Cru waiting for me instead.
A reminder of exactly who she is. A Keinston.
I uncork it and take a long drink straight from the bottle.
Ariella watches intently, her gaze tracking every movement of my throat as I swallow.
“You want some?”
She nods immediately, enthusiastic enough that my mouth curves.
“Open your mouth.”
Her lips part obediently.
I take another mouthful before leaning over her, and instead of handing her the bottle, I feed it to her directly from my mouth.
Ariella accepts it without hesitation, swallowing every drop before our mouths find each other again.
The kiss turns deep and hungry almost instantly.
Wine lingers between us, rich and expensive on our tongues. Something about the fact that we taste the same does dangerous things to my head. It’s more addictive than any drug.
When I finally pull back from her lips, a reckless idea takes hold. Tilting the bottle, I pour a slow stream over her chest.
The dark liquid slides across warm skin, tracing glistening paths down her body, but before it can travel any farther, my tongue follows.
“Alistair…” my name leaves her mouth like a plea, soft and breathless, undoing me.
A rough groan escapes my throat as I lick away every trace of wine from her skin.
I pour more as an excuse to keep tasting her.
The bottle tips again. My mouth follows the dark trail over her shoulder, along the graceful curve of her neck, across the swell of her chest, down the smooth plane of her stomach, and the slope of her hips before continuing lower.
Every place my tongue touches becomes another memory burned into my mind, another piece of her that feels impossibly mine in this moment.
My teeth leave a fresh bite mark before I move to the next spot to taste and claim.
She trembles and screams my name every time I leave a fresh mark behind. Her body reacts to each claim in a way that feeds ugly possessiveness inside me. Mine.
Mine to touch.
Mine to mark.
Mine to remember.
Even if only for tonight, and we end tomorrow.
By the time I pull back, darkening marks bloom across her skin, leaving scattered evidence of where my mouth has been.
It’s almost all over her body.
I reach for the bedsheet, quickly twisting it into a makeshift rope before folding her in half and securing each of her wrists to her legs. This time, she goes willingly, showing me off her flexibility with a look that only feeds into my fire.
With a wicked smirk tugging at my lips, I pour the liquid over her pussy.
Her eyes widen with anticipation, pupils dilating as she feels the dark red trail glide over her core down to her ass crack.
Before she can form a question, I bend down and lick away the dripping wine, starting from the forbidden stretch of flesh and working my way to her slit until my mouth reaches her clit.
I finish with a slow suction, making her back arch up.
“Al—”
I pour some more.
The wine mingles with her taste, turning something already intoxicating into pure temptation, one that I can’t stop licking, sucking, and tasting.
The bottle keeps pouring until it empties. Somewhere along the way, I stop caring about the wine altogether.
I find myself feasting on her instead, occasionally driving my tongue deeper inside her slit as a reward for every sweet moan and breathless cry of my name.
They only seem to make me greedier.
Every sound she gives me has my tongue pushing deeper, exploring, savoring, drawing out every reaction I can wring out of her trembling body.
I could stay like this for hours.
I don’t stop even when her body warns me that she’s close. If anything, that only drives me further over the edge.
One hand slips between her thighs, finger-fucking her while my mouth remains occupied, working her on her greedy pussy relentlessly.
Only when she’s finally spent do I stop. Even then, it’s reluctant.
I press a lingering kiss to her inner thigh before finishing it off with a sharp bite. It earns me another sweet cry from her.
Ariella pants against the sheets, chest rising and falling unevenly while her breath catches in her throat.
My gaze drifts over the artwork I’ve left behind on her creamy skin with pure satisfaction.
Then I’m leaning over her again. And I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue while I work to free myself from the confines of my pants.
A low sigh falls against her lips as I wrap a hand around myself, working my grip along the shaft.
I’m painfully hard, the tip flushed and aching with beads of precum leaking off.
I rub my length against those vertical lips.
The second I do, her hips jerk up despite the restraints.
A grin spreads across my face.
“Seems like my mouth wasn’t enough for your greedy little pussy,” I murmur, making no move to give her what she wants.
Instead, I drag myself along her slowly, coating every inch with her arousal and teasing her right to the edge.
“Please, Alistair,” she breathes against my lips.
“Be more specific,” I say softly. “Otherwise, I might assume you want me to leave.”
“No,” her voice catches. “I—I need you to fuck me.”
The way she swallowed her pride and forced herself to surrender only makes darkness inside me purr from satisfaction.
“That’s my good little kitty,” I praise and finally slowly push inside her.
A soft moan slips free of her, quickly transforming into a pained gasp as I stretch her inch by inch. She’s so wet that the slide is seemingly effortless.
God. She’s so tight. So perfect for me. I keep going, deeper and deeper, until I’m fully seated inside her.
Then I pull out almost completely before driving back into her in a single hard thrust.
“Alistair—” the gasp rings through the room, sharp with sensation, but she doesn’t try to stop me.
Neither do I hold back.
I drive into her again and again relentlessly, each thrust forcing her body to slide against the sheets. The bed squeaks beneath us in protest—the force of me pounding into her sends ripples through the mattress.
In return, Ariella moans so loud, I momentarily wonder if it’s from pain.
Every time her body tightens around me, a groan tears from my throat. The feeling is unbearably addictive.
Her walls cling to me as though determined to keep me buried inside her. Each squeeze only makes me thrust harder. Fiercer. Rougher.
The intensity draws tears from her eyes.
I lean down and lick them away, savoring the salt on my tongue alongside the sounds of pleasure and pain spilling from her lips.
I’ve never fucked someone looking directly at their face like I’m doing now. And it’s causing something strange to me. Something I don’t quite understand.
With tears slipping down the corners of her eyes, sweat glistening across her forehead, hair tangled around her face, lips swollen and red from kissing, and fresh marks blooming across her skin, she looks so beautiful it physically aches.
I can’t stop staring at her.
Eventually, I force myself to kiss her, pretending it’s only to swallow the moans and muffle the sounds spilling free of her.
The lie fools no one. Least of all me.
The kiss only pushes me closer to the edge.
Without realizing it, my pace quickens.
The room fills with the brutal sound of skin meeting skin, heavy breathing, and the creak of the bed beneath us.
Soon, she starts to fall apart beneath me again.
Her entire body jerks.
The next second, her back tries to arch high off the mattress—stopping only because of the restraints. Lips part around my name in a loud cry as her eyes roll back until only the white remains visible.
The sight punches the air from my lungs.
Then I’m gone too.
Pleasure crashes through me with such force, taking my ability to think, to breathe. And I’m coming hard inside relentlessly.
A rough groan tears my throat along with the wave after wave of euphoria hitting me hard enough to black out everything around me for a moment.
When the haze finally clears, I find her beneath me, breathing softly and already dozing off.
At some point, I’ve slowed to deep, languid thrusts, rolling my hips against her clit as we chase the fading aftershocks together.
Gradually, even those stop.
I remain inside her for longer than I thought I would before finally collapsing forward.
My arms brace on either side of her head as I hover above her, both of us breathless in the aftermath hanging heavy in the now quiet room.
We stare at each other for a long moment, neither of us speaking.
Then she reaches up and presses a soft kiss to the tip of my nose.
My eyes widen at the simplicity of the action.
The gesture is so unexpectedly gentle that it catches me completely off guard. Something strange shifts inside my chest—something dangerously close to warmth.
Before it can do any more questionably stupid things to my mechanical heart, I’m pushing myself upright and focusing on untying the knots around her wrists and ankles. Anything to redirect my attention.
As the restraints fall away, my gaze catches on the evidence scattered across the sheets.
Blood.
Not only is it on my cock, but it’s also staining the bed beneath her.
“Did you get your period?”
Instead of stretching her sore limbs, Ariella blushes at the simple question and curls in on herself to avoid my eyes.
“You’re my first,” she murmurs.
My brows shoot up at the innocent confession.
For once, I’m grateful she’s looking away and doesn’t see the genuine surprise flashing across my face.
I clear my throat. “You could’ve told me.”
The words come out softer than intended. Yet I don’t remind her about coming inside her.
Don’t remind myself that I ended up doing exactly what the Triarch Dominion wanted me to do.
The realization falls heavily somewhere in the back of my mind, waiting to become tomorrow’s problem.
“I didn’t want you to hold back,” she admits quietly.
The shy sincerity in her voice chips away at my concern, if only for a moment.
Looking at her now—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and that nervous vulnerability she only seems to show when she’s being genuine—I can’t help the small laugh bubbling up in my chest.
“You’re cute.”
The blush deepens immediately.
I shake my head, unable to stop the genuine smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. It must be the alcohol I had earlier tonight that loosened me up.