Chapter 50: So damn tight

His words sent a delicious shiver straight down her spine. She turned her head, her gaze dropping to his lips.

As if on cue, Dorian leaned forward and caught her mouth in a deep kiss. His large hand slid over her jaw, long fingers threading into her hair to angle her face as he completely devoured her until she was a breathless, needy mess beneath him.

Alyssa kissed him back with equal fervor, matching his hunger, his wildness, and his chaos. When he finally pulled back, her lips burned from the friction, and her vision was fogged with desire.

"Wait for me in the bedroom," he whispered, catching her bottom lip between his teeth and tugging on it with a soft, teasing bite.

She nodded, turning away from his devastatingly handsome face. He lifted her seamlessly from the water, the brief rinse of the warm shower passing over her skin before she stepped out of the bath.

Her legs could barely hold her weight as she walked toward the door, feeling flushed, hyper-aroused, and painfully empty. She didn’t need to look back to know that Dorian’s burning gaze was tracing every line of her naked form until the bathroom door closed behind her.

Crawling into the massive bed, the cool air of the room made her shiver. Her heart thudded in anticipation against her ribs, her chest heaving with every ragged breath she took.

She lay on her back, her hands resting at her sides, her ankles crossed tightly in a desperate attempt to lessen the wild, rhythmic throbbing in her core.

Every time she pictured his large palms cupping her breasts, her inner muscles clenched in response, sending a sharp surge of erotic pleasure through her veins.

She could still vividly remember their first night in Iridian. It was a memory branded into her soul like a white-hot iron. She remembered the weight of his hands, how seamlessly he balanced his raw brutality with soft tenderness, and the dark, raspy words he whispered against her skin. Three long years of separation had only magnified the craving.

The click of the bathroom door startled her out of her thoughts. Dorian stepped into the room, a towel wrapped snugly around his hips. He glanced her way, his gaze burning with an intensity so fierce it made her breath hitch.

Her eyes dropped to the thick length straining against the fabric, and her mouth went dry. She remembered exactly how massive he was, but seeing him now made her pulse race.

He walked toward the windows and shut it, locking the cold night air out. His silky, damp hair clung to the planes of his face and shoulders, giving him the appearance of a sultry god of ruin.

Turning back, he approached the bed and stood at the edge, raking his gaze over every inch of her body. His chiseled abdominal muscles dripped with water, and her gaze followed a single droplet as it slid down the defined lines of his stomach and disappeared into the top of the towel.

"Are you nervous, little lamb?" he asked in a hoarse voice, thick with arousal.

She shook her head against the pillow. "No," she whispered.

A slow smile curled his lips. He unfastened the towel, letting it pool onto the floor.

Alyssa’s gaze was instantly pulled south like a magnetic force, her eyes widening slightly. The thick, veiny shaft stood proudly, twitching under her direct stare.

Had he actually grown larger in the three years they had been apart?

"Don’t worry," he whispered, climbing into the bed and settling over her. "I’ll be gentle with you."

She knew he would try to be. What she didn’t know was if her body could accommodate that hard length without stretching completely in two.

He hovered over her, resting his weight on his elbows. His head dipped, his mouth trailing a path of fire down the flat column of her stomach before working his way back up to her breasts.

His lips closed over one beaded, aching nipple, ripping a sharp cry from her throat. She arched up into his chest, her fingers burying into his damp hair, fisting the dark strands tightly.

He swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak, then drew it completely into the heat of his mouth, sucking wildly. Alyssa writhed beneath him, a torrent of pure pleasure coursing through every single nerve ending.

He shifted his focus to the other breast, drawing the hardened peak deeply into his mouth. He paused for a second, lifting his head just enough to drink in the sight of her; her flushed skin, her heavy eyelids, her parted, gasping lips.

"You’re so beautiful, little lamb," he murmured against her damp skin, his voice darkening with unrestrained desire. "So fucking beautiful."

He lifted his head fully, releasing her nipple with a soft, wet sound. He squeezed the lush mound gently before kissing his way up to the sensitive curve of her neck.

"Dorian, please..." she cried, a single tear of sensory overload slipping down her temple.

"Open for me," he whispered harshly against her ear. "Lock your ankles around me."

Her thighs parted instantly, her ankles lifting to lock securely around his waist. He took both of her hands, pinning them above her head, locking their fingers together.

Then he eased forward, the head of his cock pausing at the entrance of her slick heat. With one hard thrust, he drove himself in fully.

Alyssa’s cries turned savage as the friction seized her body. She trembled, sobbing his name in pure ecstasy. He was larger than she remembered, filling her out so completely that her inner walls pulsed and clenched around his thick length in a desperate attempt to adapt to his size.

After driving deep, Dorian held himself perfectly still for several agonizing seconds. He pressed light kisses to her face and shoulders, fighting the sudden urge to go wild and rough.

Both Shadow and Soren were fully awake in his mind, fighting for dominance, both monsters demanding to claim their woman and brand her as theirs.

He violently shoved them back into the dark. He couldn’t let them take control, not now. Not yet.

With precise slowness, he pulled out almost completely, then drove back in to the hilt. They both groaned at the sweet, erotic sensation of the deep slide.

"Fuck," Dorian growled, his voice dropping into a sweet, velvety purr. "You’re so damn tight."

He lowered his head, slamming his lips over hers as he began to move in earnest. His pace picked up, his hips jerking and grinding as his thrusts became faster, deeper, and harder.

Alyssa let herself go entirely, surrendering to his dominance. Her ankles tightened around his lower back as he delivered long, thick strokes that drove her closer to the edge.

He released her mouth, whispering her name in a strangled voice as he buried his face in the curve of her neck. His thrusts came wilder now, more unrestrained, more chaotic.

Skin slapped wetly against skin, filling the quiet room with the raw, rhythmic sounds of their joining. His hips rocked faster, lifting and dropping uncontrollably against hers. His grip on her pinned hands tightened to an iron hold, his groans turning deeper and more guttural.

Suddenly, Alyssa’s body went completely rigid. Her eyes flew open, her mouth opening in a silent, breathless scream. Deep inside her, she felt his cock swell and expand; he was knotting.

He pulled back one last time and drove forward with everything he had, hitting the exact, deep spot that set off her climax like fireworks.

Her back bowed cleanly off the mattress as her release took her, her shrill cries shattering the silence of the room. A second later, Dorian felt her inner walls convulse around his length, completely milking him.

He ground his hips deeply into her, locking them together as he erupted with a loud, dominant roar, spilling his seed deep inside her core.

For several long seconds, they trembled as one, waves of aftershocks crashing over them.

When the room finally grew quiet, heavy with the scent of mint, sweat, and absolute surrender, Alyssa fell into a deep, contented sleep, wrapped securely in the protective cage of Dorian’s arms.