Chapter 94 Chapter 93
Evelyn.
"Say my name." He growled out and I gasped, before quietly uttering it, feeling my cheeks flush with heat. "Louder." He murmured.
"Kieran." I muttered again, panting heavily. He slipped a hand between my parted thighs, his fingers looking and finding the sensitive folds, stroking it. I jerked again, my toes curling as maddening pleasure coursed through me. "Oh, Kieran..." I moaned again, burying my face into his shoulders, my hands caressing his back as he brought me to the pinnacle again.
He continued to rub and stroke me, and helpless, all I could do wahy cry out my pleasure, hanging onto him like a lifeline. Seeing me reach the edge of my orgasm once more, he withdrew his hands, replacing it with his tongue. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I cried out.
His tongue delved deep inside me, stroking that sensitive spot inside of me and I began to shake, my muscles contracting as tremors spread through my entire body. Mg creamy inner thighs spread on either side of his head, I began moving my hips, desperately riding his face, grinding my burning clit against his lips.
"Fuck, oh yes, oh yesss," I whimpered, my movements desperate as I rutted against his face. My cries grew higher, my hands digging deeper into his hair as I prepared to fall over.
Suddenly, I stiffened above him, as usual frozen for a few seconds. Then, my body erupted, and I broke into sobs. With every jerk of my hips against his face, I cried out in pitiful sobs that sounded like I was in pain. Tremors continued to rack my body, my thighs quivering, and my hips helplessly twitching. I clutched his hair tightly, my fingers like anchors in the storm of pleasure.
Kieran gently ran his hand along the curves of my body, soothing me as I came down from my high. Then he was rising above me, setting his broad self in between my legs and in one swift thrust, he penetrated me to the hilt, causing a pleasure-filled groan to escape my lips.
His girth always took me by surprise, no matter how prepared I thought I was for him, I could never get rid of the burn that always occurred whenever he penetrated me. I clung to him, running my hands over his scar filled back as began to move.
His harsh grunts filled my ears, mixing with my gasp as he moved like a bucking stallion on top of me. He pushed me down to the chair, allowing no room for wriggling as he continued to hammer me with his cock, the impact of his thrusts causing the cushion to rattle and creak. Angling his thrusts so he could plung deeper into me, he snaked an arm around my neck, choking me as he brought one leg up, pounding int me.
My eyes grew wide, I was forced to accept the pleasure that he was giving me, panting as my inner walls spasmed and tightened around him, tears streaming out of my eyes. Pulling my face towards his, he devoured my lips, wrapped my legs around his steel-like waist. As if seeking more, he relentlessly rocked his hips, his brittle hair rubbing against my sensitive pussy.
I clasped him back, convulsing in pleasure as another wave of pleasure rocked through me. Before long, Kieran reached his climax inside of me, and the intensity of it made me shudder, our harsh breathing filling the room. Collapsing on top of me, he made sure not to put all of his weight on me but I still found it hard to breath.
When he eventually raised himself, I lay slack on the cushion, panting heavily as sweat dripped down my body. Kieran's face was slick with sweat and his eyes burned with unsatisfied desire. The broken and withdrawn Alpha King was no longer. He slowly pulled out of me and I shuddered as lukewarm fluid trickled out of me, between my legs. He swiftly turned me around, flipping me face down on the cushion as he went behind me, kicking my legs apart as he entered into me once more, his thick length brushing on all the sensitive spots in my body.
I gritted my teeth, clawing at the cushion as Kieran hammered into me, pressing his chest to my back. My inner walls, sensitive from repeated climaxes, began to spasm. Keiran began to move his hips without giving me time to adjust. Flustered, I tried to struggle away but he clearly had no intention of letting me go. All coherent thought wiped out from my mind, I could only bounce back and forth with his movements and give in to the unending cascade of orgasms.
As our encounter intensified, I knew that this wouldn't be the solution to all our problems, but it was a momentary relief, a shared connection in our mutual suffering. The pain that consumed us had brought us together, and in each other's arms, we sought refuge from the storm that raged within our souls.
When it was over, we lay there, tangled in each other's embrace, our breathing heavy and labored. I gazed at the Alpha King, and I saw something in his eyes, a glimmer of gratitude and vulnerability. He wasn't alone in his pain, and he didn't need to bear it alone. We would face the trials ahead together.