LUSTFUL NIGHT WITH THE ALPHA
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ELLA’S POV
His kiss was hard, vicious, and ruthless.
He left me breathless with every passing second,
like he wanted to erase her taste from his mouth and replace it with mine.
They completely sent my senses flying.
I gasped, fingers clutching his shirt as his tongue forced past my lips, claiming, tasting, devouring. There was nothing gentle about it — just raw need and frustration and heat.
His hands slid down my back, gripping hard enough to make me gasp.
“Ah…” he muttered against my mouth. “You're delicious Ana."
His words were like an ice bath to my back, they immediately brought me back to realize.
How could I forget he wanted her not me.
“Stop," I beseeched him, my tone low. We can't do this."
His eyes were fixed on my exposed chest, eyes blood red with lust.
“Why not? I want you and I know you want me too," he said, his tone breathy.
I stepped backwards, putting some distance between us.
“You are drunk, alpha Nickson. You are bound to make mistakes. I suggest you get some rest, we can discuss in the morning," I said letting a small smile which didn't quite reach my eyes.
It hurts— so bad that I wanted to blurred at my true emotions but held back.
The last thing I wanted was to get involved with a man who only saw me as a replacement for Anastasia.
I forced down a tear, smile and Nickson and turned to leave, only for him to grab me by the wrist.
“I like you."
Those three words scattered all my resistance.
“You have no idea how much I want you. I want you with everything in me.”
With that he captured my lips in another primal kiss.
My knees nearly gave out.
He walked me backward until my legs hit the bed.
Then pushed me down, climbing over me like a predator claiming prey.
His mouth moved to my neck, biting, sucking, leaving heat in its wake. My hands dug into his shoulders as my body arched toward him helplessly.
Everything felt too hot, too intense, too risky, but I didn’t want him to stop.
This temptation was too much to resist.
His hands roamed over me like he was memorizing every curve, every reaction, every sound I made.
He grabbed onto one of my breast, violently squeezing and sucking, earning an involuntary moan from me.
My breath came out shaky.
“Nickson…” I whispered.
He growled low in his throat — the sound vibrating through my body.
“Say my name again,” he murmured against my skin, voice thick with lust.
My stomach twisted.
“Nickson, I want you."
“Ah!!!" he growled, his voice hoarse as he violently ripped off my pantie.
He tossed it to the floor like a used rag.
His control was hanging by a thread. I could feel it. He needed s****l satisfaction and he needed it now.
He was hungry, starving in fact.
It was like consuming me was the only thing keeping him sane.
His hand reached out to a nearby carbonate, reaching in, and pulled out a condom.
He tore the wrapper apart and immediately yanked his boxers down, inserting it like it was his hobby.
In that moment, reality slammed back into me.
He probably had always been like this with Anastasia.
He was drunk and would probably punish me for taking advantage of me.
I grabbed his shoulder, firmly.
“Wait…”
He froze.
His breathing was hard.
He had forehead pressed to mine.
“Tell me you won’t regret this tomorrow,” I whispered desperately. “Tell me this isn’t just because she hurt you.”
His eyes locked onto mine.
They were dark, intense, and full of certainty.
“I want you,” he said hoarsely. “Not her. Just you.”
My heart slammed against my ribs.
Before I could even pounder on his words—
He kissed me again.
This one was deeper, and more possessive.
Just then, I felt it— a sharp thrust across my core.
He was big.
His entry felt like an explosion in my core.
It hurt— my eyes well up instantly.
“Ouch," I cried into his ear. “It hurts."
He nibbled ear loop. “Relax princess, you would enjoy it soon."
With that he continued, every thrust deeper than the last.
He was right though, in under minutes I had adjusted to his speed, my legs wrapped around his waist as I urged him to go fast.
Our erotic moans filled the room.
With the feeling of our naked bodies intertwined in shared passion, I realized in that moment, that I didn't care anymore. If sleeping with Nickson was going to cause me my life, so be it.
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