Page 90 of Forced Alpha Bride
Damon bends his head down, kissing me softly, teasing me with his lips. I start to writhe under him, loving the way his hands pin my wrists to the ground, the way his hard body on top of me presses me into the soft blanket.
He keeps teasing me with soft, short kisses until I wriggle free, wrapping my legs around his waist and trying to wrestle him.
“Hmm, looks like I got a live one,” he muses. “It’s going to take some work to subdue her.”
“Well, it would be awfully convenient if someone left restraints just lying around… somewhere very close nearby?” I jerk my head to the side, showing Damon that the cuffs are hidden just under the edge of the blanket.
“Very convenient indeed,” he agrees. “How am I going to hold you down and grab for the chains at the same time?”
“With great difficulty!” I yell, twisting out from under him.
Damon curses softly, and I hear the chains clank together as he grabs them and comes after me. I’m just scrambling to my feet when he hooks my ankle and yanks me back down to the ground, quickly throwing himself on top of me to click the cuffs into place.
“There,” he says. “Got you.”
“Oh no,” I moan. “What will I do?”
“You’ll take what I give you, like a good girl,” he says, kissing me tenderly.
His low tone and the hard look in his eye send thrills of pleasure racing through me. I can feel him getting hard throughhis pants as he lightly thrusts against me, lowering his head to kiss me hard and deep.
I struggle against the cuffs, gasping as Damon kisses me even deeper, until I can almost swallow his tongue. When I’m completely breathless, he pulls back, sliding down my body as his hands shove my dress up my thighs.
“You smell delicious,” he says, a low growl deep in his throat. “And I’mstarving.”
He keeps his dark eyes on mine for another second longer, licking his lips slowly and deliberately as he pushes my skirt up and buries his mouth in my pussy.
I struggle against the restraints, writhing on the ground. Damon pins down my thighs, lashing his tongue down to the deeper inner folds and sliding his lips back up to suck on my clit.
The pleasure builds, and I fight even harder against his strength, thrashing as the waves of pounding desire crash through me. Right before my climax, Damon pauses, lapping gently at my clit, and my body also seems to pause, the ripples inside me waiting until he locks his lips around my clit and sucks on it as hard as he can, making me come with the force of a river breaking through a glacier.
For a few seconds, I float on a blissful, dark wave, my body humming with pleasure as heat chases through me, flickering through my clit, my nipples, and my pussy. I’m still drifting when I feel Damon tear open the front of my dress to knead my breasts and suck on my nipples.
Gasping, I lay helpless as he pleasures me, bracing my hands against the length of the chain as I writhe under him. As my nipples harden and heat rises between my legs, Damon growls softly, looking up at me with a satisfied expression.
“Do you want me?” he whispers, looking into my eyes.
I nod helplessly.
“Do you want this?” Damon asks, pressing his hips against me until I can feel his hot, hard cock against the slick lips of my pussy.
“Uh-huh,” I gasp.
He puts his hands on my hips and presses forward a little, but not enough to join us together.
“I can’t hear you,” he says, kissing me softly. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes! Goddammit fucking yes!” I scream, thrashing under him, fighting the restraints and wrapping my legs around his hips to force him inside. “Yes, Damon, please. Please fuck me!”
“That’s my good girl,” he says, stroking my face gently. For a moment, I think he’s going to tease me again, but then he digs his fingers into my hips and thrusts forward in one sharp movement.
A scream pours from my mouth as he slides all the way in with one stroke, then stays still. My deepest muscles clench around his cock, spasming around him as Damon wraps his arms around me. He kisses my neck, running his lips gently up and down as he presses forward with his hips, grinding against the deepest part of me.
When he pulls back slowly, the orgasm hits me all at once, crashing through every inch of me until I’m a thrashing, screaming mess of pleasure. By the time the wave fades, I’m clinging to him, muttering nonsense against his cheek.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “Watching you in rapture is the most wonderful thing I’ve ever seen.”
A low cry like a sob breaks through my lips as my inner muscles clench around him again. He tightens his grip on my shoulders and moves in slow strokes, making me feel every single inch of his hard cock.
