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~Aesira

I wake slowly, blissfully.

My eyes open to a shaft of light as it streams through a gap in the curtain. It's morning, and I'm in my bedroom.

Slowly, I turn my head to see Everin lying next to me, his head tilted to the side, his mouth slightly parted in sleep.

I stare at him for a long moment, remembering last night.

It wasn't a dream, as indicated by the fatigue still ruminating in my limbs, by the pleasant soreness between my legs. Everin and I actually had sex.

I blink. Once. Twice.

Fuck.

I let myself get carried away last night. I exposed myself to him in the rawest, realest way possible. I gave myself over to him completely.

Rising up onto my elbows, I try to tear my gaze from his slumbering face, but I cannot.

He is so beautiful, it aches to look upon him. His features as soft in sleep, his dark lashes fanning against his cheek. Sunlight drenches his skin, dancing through the lengths of his raven hair.

Slowly, I lift the covers, realising we're both naked underneath. It makes me flush to remember the way his hands felt on me, the way he gave me pleasure I will never feel again.

Taking an extra blanket from the end of my bed, I wrap it securely around myself before I rise.

I need to put some distance between me and the sleeping Alpha. At least until we've let this moment pass, so we don't have to speak about it again.

My feet don't make a sound as I pad across the room to my door. I'll have to bathe in one of the guest suites.

My hand barely grazes the doorhandle when I hear Everin shifting behind me.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asks, his voice thick with sleep.

I grimace, swearing silently under my breath. So much for a clean break...

I turn slowly. "I'm doing you a favour."

He's leaning up on his elbows, the sheets pooling around his middle. His hair is mussed from sleep and the way I dragged my fingers through them mere hours ago.

"What is that?" He gives me a long look, taking in my body covered in only a single blanket.

"Getting out of here before we have to talk about what happened." I press my back into the door, wondering if my dignity is worth staying here, instead of fleeing out the door without another word to him.

He sits up fully, the muscles of his abdomen flexing. My mouth dries.

"I want to talk about it," he murmurs, voice husky from sleep.

"It was nothing," I exclaim. "I should go."

"Not yet. I want you here," he insists.

There isn't much residual anger left in my body after last night. It was the hate fuck we both needed, and now, I feel bled of those familiar, comforting feelings of frustration and resentment.

"You're supposed to be angry at me," I whisper, venturing a step closer to the bed.

He sighs, running a tired hand down his face.

"I don't want to be. I understand you didn't know, Aesira." He leans back against the headboard. "I should have expected this. If I loved someone, I would also do what I could to avoid their death."

"I don't love Lincoln. Not now, and not before...at least not for a while," I tell him hastily, wringing my hands.

"You don't have to justify your feelings to me."

I swallow thickly, feeling a familiar tension building in the room. "Let's not speak anymore. I should—"

"Come here, Aesira," he commands lowly, gently.

As if controlled by some unknown force, I step back toward the bed. I know I should be walking away, to another room, to bathe off the feeling of his touch.

But I am hardly in control of myself, even now.

The moment I within proximity of the bed, he reaches for me. I gasp as he tugs on my wrist, pulling me onto the bed.

I tumble toward him, losing my grip on the blanket. It falls away as land onto the bed, being moved by Everin until my back is pressed against his front as we lay on our sides.

His arm bands around my waist, pulling me flush against him. I am completely naked before him, his fingers splayed over my stomach as he holds me.

"Everin—"

He cuts me off, his other hand holding the side of my face, turning it into his as he kisses me.

I melt into his arms with a satisfied sigh, my mind hollow, filled with only the feel of him, his scent and touch.

The kiss is languid, unhurried. It's so unlike our sex last night - frantic, rough, unyielding. This is gentle, searching. It's almost romantic.

As some sense returns to me, I make to pull away, overwhelmed by the sensation of the sudden intimacy. It's more than just us joining in a united drive for release...

His frustration has melted away. I can feel it.

Before I can turn my head, he cradles my jaw firmly, deepening the kiss. His tongue glides against mine, searching my mouth, claiming it.

Something deep in my stomach flutter with desire as he loosens a soft groan. The sound skitters down my spine, and just like that, I want him again.

I break the kiss, bowing my head into the plush pillow. "Touch me, Everin...please."

He covets my mouth again, angling my head into the kiss. I press my backside into him, feeling the rigid length of his cock that I'm becoming more and more familiar with.

His hand, once resting in my waist, smooths down over my hip and my leg, curve inward toward my inner thigh. I make enough of a gap for his hand to slide between my legs.

I gasp as he cups me, pressing his palm against my softness. He swallows the sound of my needy breath, continuing to kiss me as his fingers brush up to my clit, then back down to my centre.

He breaks the kiss, grazing his lips along my cheek and jaw, and to my ear.

"Are you sore, sweetheart?"

He gently wets his finger with my desire before sliding it inside me.

My eyes flutter closed. This is maddening, and so, so wrong.

Yet I will not stop him.

"I feel fine," I say breathlessly, caught up in the feeling of him pumping his finger into me slowly.

It is a delicious kind of torture, to be pleasured by him. I thought last night would be it, that I would never get to experience him again.

I will not turn this opportunity down, even if I know I should.

He kisses below my ear. "Can you take me again?"

"Yes." It comes out as a moan as he slides another finger into me, pressing it in deep.

There's a slight pinch of pain from his initial intrusion, but it is quickly suffocated by the pleasure. Last night was not easy on my body, yet I feel ready for it all over again.

He kisses my cheek, and then my jaw, before he gently removes his fingers. I clench around the absence of him, looking to him for more, that he clearly is going to provide.

The sheets fall away from his body, revealing the bare extent of him.

I let myself marvel at him as he assumes position over me, kneeling between my legs, which I spread wide for him.

In the morning light, he looks stunning. Honed muscle, gentle eyes, raven hair and a rigid cock that has my mouth immediately watering.

His gaze hovers over where I bite down on my lower lip. "You have no idea how much I desire you."

I smile softly. I do know, and I'm about to feel it again.

He leans down over me, letting me feel the weight of his body. He's heavy and warm, and rigid with muscle. I loop my arm around his neck, raising my hips.

The broad head of his cock nudges my entrance, once, twice.

I exhale shortly, frustrated by how much time he is taking. Is he enjoying my torment, or simply less hurried in the morning?

He claims my mouth once again, just as he presses inside me on one slow movement.

I gasp into his mouth, pleasure and pain mingling.

He didn't go easy on me last night. Not only have I never been with a male who fucked like that, I've never been with a male so large. I'm feeling it today, as I stretch around him, trying to accommodate his impressive size.

He sinks into me, to the hilt. I cling to his muscular shoulders, breathing through the sharp lick of pain as I slowly adjust.

I whimper softly as he pulls back from our kiss. His golden eyes are shockingly unburdened from the haze of lust as he scans my face with furrowed brows.

"Are you certain you can take me, Aesira?"

I nod hurriedly. If he pulled out now, I would lose my sanity for good.

"Fuck me Everin. Please."

He stays seated deep inside me, still and unmoving for a moment longer. His hand gently brushes the hair from my face, so I shake my head, trying to stop the tender gesture.

This is about release, not feelings. I want him as brutal and hateful as last night.

"I said fuck me," I plead hopelessly.

I feel his smile against my skin as he lowers down to kiss my cheek. He pulls out, almost all the way, before he glides back into me with a torturously slow thrust.

Pleasure spills through my lower belly, my fingernails digging deeper into his skin.

He moves in and out at his leisure, listening to ever soft moan and frustrated breath he pulls out of me.

Each slow roll of his hips into me is maddening. His cock feels incredible inside of me, feeding my lust, and yet, he won't increase he pace. He won't fuck me with even half the vigour as last night.

"Harder, Everin. I need more," I beg in his ear, raising my hips to meet each slow thrust of his own.

"Shh, be patient." He kisses below my ear.

His forearm is braced next to my head, his other hand holding my hip as he drives into me like I'm a fragile doll liable to crack.

I shake my head, feeling anything but patient. This feels so good, but my conflicted feelings can't take this kind of fuck. We're not lovers. He's not supposed to worship me.

"You're being cruel," I keen with a strained whimper, digging my fingers into his hair, pulling on the silken strands.

If it hurts, he doesn't show it. Nor does it increase his pace.

"Just relax. Take what I'm willing to give you." He kisses up my jaw then raises his head back so our gazes clash. I immediately squeeze my eyes shut, unable to take it.

I can feel my climax building, slowly but steadily. Everin might not be fucking me fast, but he's fucking me with enough strength to surge on my pleasure. It thrust hits that perfect spot deep inside me with borderline supernatural precision.

"Stop making love to me." I tilt my head back, moaning under my breath.

He ignores me, looking down over my body. His brow quivers as he takes me in, takes in where our bodies meet.

"Fuck," he groans under his breath, his jaw tightening, his hips meeting mine in a slightly harder thrust.

He's just as affected as I am. He just has better control of it than me.

"Fuck me, please. Show me how much you hate me again." I run my palms down his back, feeling desperate tears building in the backs of my eyes.

All I'm feeling...it's so much sensation all at once.

"I think I'm quite content watching you cum on my cock like this, Aesira." His eyes burn into me, as much as I try to avoid looking at them. "There is something deeply satisfying about watching you succumb to how you feel about me."

He hooks my legs up higher, so I feel him deeper.

"I feel nothing for you. I hate you." There is no vitriol in my voice. Just desperate need as my climax draws closer with every perfect thrust.

He kisses the corner of my mouth, smiling, like he knows there is no truth to it.

"Yet you're here, and I'm inside you." He presses in harder, my head almost hitting the headboard. "And you love it."

I wish I could convince him otherwise, but all I can do is hold onto him as I'm crushed beneath the weight of an orgasm.

He fucks me through it as his deliberately unhurried pace, watching my face as I collapse into euphoria.

"You're beautiful, Aesira. Unbelievably so," he murmurs.

I barely hear him over the sound of my moans. I am drowning in him.

When I've come down from the wave of pleasure, he presses one of my legs up until my thigh is pressed against my body. He then increases his pace, pounding into me.

I groan his name, clinging to him. He lowers his mouth to my ear.

"You should know something, Aesira," he says breathlessly, voice overcome with pleasure.

I can't respond, for the only sound coming out of my mouth is endless moans. He is finally thrusting into me with some real force, and it's melted my brain into nothingness.

"The night of our wedding..." His fingers dig into my leg. "I was seconds away from having you like this."

I whimper, close to release once again, so suddenly, I'm breathless.

"When you were grinding your perfect pussy against my cock, I thought about fucking you right then and there." His voice is like silk in my ear. "I've thought about fucking you every night since."

All of a sudden, I'm struck with the full brunt of climax, his words urging the pleasure on with enough force that I almost feel my consciousness slip away.

He presses in deep, once, twice, before he comes undone above me. My name sounds like a prayer on his lips as he finds his release.

I lay beneath him, pleasure still ebbing through me, my arms still wrapped around him.

I'm done for.

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