Lilian’s POV
Time had lost all meaning.
It could’ve been twenty minutes or three hours since we crashed into the damp moss of the eastern woods. Though the cool morning mist had begun to burn away, gradually replaced by the warm, filtered golden light of the rising sun, my entire universe was reduced solely to the violent, inescapable friction of the Alpha of the East claiming my body.
He was keeping me trapped in an agonizing, suspended state of pure, torturous pleasure. Every single time the heavy, desperate coil in my lower belly wound tight enough to finally snap, Alexander would brutally pull his hips back, withdrawing almost completely to let the thick, heavily veined head of his half-shifted c*ck drag agonizingly slow against my swollen, sensitized walls and force my climax to vi
