Forbidden by Liliana Carlisle
CHAPTER 17
AMELIA
He’s perfect.
His body can’t be real. It’s as if he’s carved of stone, his pale chest massive and chiseled above a row of abs that are sculpted to perfection.
And his cock.
It’s thick and huge, and for a moment I want to tell him to stop, that there’s no way it can fit inside me.
But true to his word, he slides in slowly, gentle enough for my body to stretch and accommodate him.
He buries his face in my neck, groaning, as he pushes in all the way.
He fills me until our hips are touching.
“Breathe, Princess,” he whispers against my lips. “You’re doing so well, baby.”
I inhale and meet his eyes, melting in his possessive gaze.
“So good for me,” he murmurs, and I moan at the praise. “So fucking tight, baby.”
I lift my hips encouragingly, squeezing him, and he hisses. He works us at a slow pace, rocking me gently against the bed until I claw at his back and demand more.
He’s as deep as he can go, but he pushes harder against me, his hips snapping against mine. My mouth falls open in shock and pleasure.
“That’s right, Princess, squeeze my cock,” he demands. I wrap my legs around his waist, needing to feel him deeper.
Harder.
The bed creaks with our movements, accentuated by the sounds of my moans and gasps.
What started softly turns into animalistic fucking.
Rutting.
My body is on fire, my pussy spasming as I cling desperately to Jakob, his cock driving into me at a rapid pace.
“Alpha,” I groan, the word leaving my mouth before I can think.
He roars.
The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room.
It’s primal, filthy, and right.
Alpha cares for us,the unfamiliar voice whispers in my head.
“Come for me, Amelia,” he growls. “Let me knot you.”
I let out a low, breathy moan as my body clenches around him, pleasure dancing throughout my body. I shake uncontrollably, crying and moaning as he grunts above me, slamming his hips against mine one last time.
His cum spills into me as he stills, collapsing on top of me as my pussy stretches wider.
His cock twitches inside me, sending me into another orgasm.
The pleasure is so blinding and overwhelming that there’s no pain when he inflates inside me. There’s only a feeling of completeness as he fills me to the brim, latching himself to me.
And I know in this moment he’s ruined me for anyone else.
I’m still riding the aftershocks of the orgasm as he rolls us onto our sides, caging me in his arms.
I bury my face in his chest and sigh against him.
“Wow,” he breathes, and I giggle.
“Wow, indeed.”
I close my eyes, listening to the sound of his heartbeat and inhaling his subtle scent.
* * *I sleep for hours.
When I open my eyes, I’m under the blankets and no longer attached to Jakob. He’s on his side and watching me intently, his dark blue eyes blazing.
“Does it hurt?” he asks softly, and I take a moment to register what he means.
“Oh.” I shift my legs under the covers, but there’s no soreness. “Not really, actually.”
He exhales in relief, and his smile returns.
His dazzling, wicked smile that makes me weak.
“So…how long until we can do it again?” He smirks, and I fight back a smile.
I reach under the covers and grip his already rock-hard cock. He growls, and I lean in to kiss him.
“How about right now?” I whisper against his lips, and he responds with a devilish grin.
* * *“Amelia?”
“Hmm?” We’re spooning, my back against his chest, and he brushes the hair away from my neck to plant a kiss there. I shiver, backing my ass up against his cock, and he groans in my ear.
“I need you to talk me out of keeping you here.”
“What?” I murmur, still half asleep.
“Tell me it’s crazy to keep you chained to this bed, permanently naked.”
I snort against him, and he chuckles.
“You think I’m joking, Princess, but I’m not.”
I grind against him harder, and he reaches between my legs to find my slit, his fingers dancing leisurely against my clit. “I’ll make good on my threat if you don’t stop.”
I squirm in his touch. The idea is enticing, but I’ve already spent too much time at his place.
“No chaining me up,” I admonish. “As tempting as the thought is for both of us.”
He grunts in protest. “Fine,” he admits. “As long as you’ll allow me to keep doing this.”
I sigh dramatically. “I suppose,” I say.
He kisses the top of my head, and I can feel his soft laugh in my hair.