Chapter 86 086
Danica's POV
"So, where are we going?" I asked, after a beat of silence. I mean, at first, when I realized he wasn't heading to my room, I thought we were headed to his. But now, we were on a completely different path.
I didn't ask for a while because I didn't want it to seem like I was questioning him unnecessarily, but now, curiosity wouldn't let me care much about any of that.
"My study" he said almost immediately and I frowned.
"But this isn't even the way to the Study..." I trailed off, trying to do a vivid recall.
"You wouldn't know that, because you have never been there" he said with a little raise of his left brow.
I frowned.
"Then that library wasn't like... the study you were talking about?" I asked, and he shook his head.
"No, it wasn't. The one you saw when you first came to the palace was the public library for those who need it and have earned access to it" he explained and my jaw literally dropped into my chest.
"Everyone has to earn an access to make use of the library? The same one you dragged me into the other day? Was annoying you the ticket to get in?" I asked, not for the purpose of being a tease, but because I just couldn't think of anything I had done on my first day here except annoying the hell out of him.
"You've always been an exception to so many things, I don't expect you to still be surprised" he muttered casually and my heart skipped a beat, or maybe two.
"And here we are" he muttered as he pushed the couple doors open.
I strode in and a tiny gasp escaped me at the breathtakingly huge sight before me.
If I had ever thought a study couldn't get better than a library, then I was utterly wrong.
This was literally the biggest room of collections I've ever seen. It was big in a way that makes it count as a true library. Not just big and then empty.
I dragged my shocked feet towards the rows of shelves. The first, the second, third and more. All in different categories and genres. True life histories about wolves in one, histories about mates and their bonds in another, history about were-wars in one, histories about the rulers, their accomplishments and their deaths in another. And it went on like that until I got to the last row that got me grinning like a child who was just given a candy.
Romance.
A huge, wide shelf of romance books, soft, dark, extra dark... I had no idea Alexander would have a collection like this, ever.
Does he read them? Was it the reason why he got so good in treating his women?
Women!
That word was literally the most bitter word I've mentioned all day. The sound of it made my tongue sour.
So, I shook my head quickly and tried to think of something else. Like which of the books I was going to check out first. Maybe it was time to abandon the 'essential medicals' and spice up my life a bit.
'Finally! Your line of thoughts aligned with mine' Aurora exclaimed dramatically and I giggled inwardly, shutting her out as I dragged out a book from the shelf.
I randomly opened a page and the first thing I saw made me freeze on the spot.
My breath hitched as I scanned the next line, and then the line that followed the next, because this wasn't what I needed after trying so hard to be physically far away from Alexander, but I couldn't stop reading.
'He bent her over his messy desk and slammed into her aching warmth, hard.'
'Her lips parted into a soundless moan, her body arching to meet his thrusts as he plunged into her over and over again...'
Just then I felt my skin tingle and the hair on my neck stood erect, not because of the sinfully arousing scene I'd just read but because I felt him.
Alexander.
Right behind me. His presence as taunting as the devil's. I couldn't help but wonder how long he'd been standing there.
I tried to slam the book shut but his hands were on mine in a blink, stopping me from saving myself from this embarrassment.
But instead of thinking of how to elude his grasp, all I could think of was his rock hard chest pressed to my back, and the heat of his touch seeping through my skin.
I leaned in before I could catch myself. Then, with one hand still against mine, he moved his other hand over the line of my neck and shoulder blade, slowly.
I shivered, biting back a whimper.
"Come on, naughty, little mate. Don't stop reading because I'm here. You know you just imagined it to be you in that position" he murmured low against my ear and my breathing grew shaky, more constrained.
"Didn't you?" He whispered but with the last thread of decency I had left, I shook my head.
His hand left mine almost immediately and the book kissed the ground with a loud thud that did nothing to alleviate the tension in the room.
But the moment that same hand curled around my throat, firmly enough to remind me that he didn't like that answer, I lost every ounce of decency I thought I had left.
"Come on, little mate, be honest with me. And maybe I might just bend you over my desk and fuck you so hard until you can't even remember what it means to be able to walk" he muttered slowly, each word followed the drag of his free hand against my thighs and deeper into my dress until he had my panties out of his way, bunched around my thighs.
A raw moan slipped out of my lips, as his finger came in contact with the wetness pooling between my legs.
"Just feel how good you're dripping for me, Little mate. You can't wait to have me buried to the hilt inside you, can you?" He murmured thickly, his hand leaving my soaking depth as his other hand tightened just right against my throat.
"No, I can't. I can't wait. I want you inside me, please" I groaned in frustration, suddenly feeling empty at the absence of his touch exactly where I needed him.
"Patient, little mate, I'll let you have me. Every fucking inch of me." He murmured and he plunged all the way into me in one single thrust, knocking breath out of my lungs.
Holy fuck, I hadn't even heard him unzip or anything.
He didn't wait for me to adjust before moving, thrusting in and out of me, hard and deep, while that one hand kept tightening around my throat, doubling the pleasure that shot through my veins.
My moans poured out in waves, my walls gripping him like a vice with each thrust that went deeper and harder than the last.
His other hand found my clit, applying just enough pleasure to make me tumble over the edge.
The closeness of my legs made him feel fuller, but I couldn't escape it. Not with my panties still bunching around my thighs.
"Oh god, yes, right there. I feel so full" I panted, moaning, choking on a sob.
"And you're going to take all of me like a good girl, wouldn't you?" He asked but I couldn't even respond. I was busy arching into him, trying not to collapse from the intensity of the orgasm that slammed into me.
A scream tore through my restricted lungs, my walls clamping so hard around him, like it wanted him there forever.
He didn't slow down. Not even when he finally released his grip on my neck.
"Fuck, Dani, you're squeezing me so good" he groaned, fucking me through my release, the sounds of skin slapping sending goosebumps all over my skin.
My walls kept contracting, as I gasped for breath. His fingers found my clit again and just like that, I was thrown into the next orgasm without recovering from the first.
But that wasn't the end. He took me against the poor bookshelf, over his desk, and then his chair where I rode him. Literally every corner of the sacred study and I lost count of how many releases I've had in one single evening.