HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 170

**Fallen 170**

**CHAPTER 0170**

**Meadow’s POV:**

The sensation of Alaric’s cock pulsing within me was almost overwhelming, each deliberate movement sending ripples of pleasure coursing through my body. Finally, as my back met the softness of the mattress, a long, relieved sigh escaped my lips, a sound of surrender and contentment.

“What’s wrong?” he chuckled, his voice teasing. “Are you already feeling tired?”

Heat flooded my cheeks, and I shook my head, my voice barely above a whisper. “No, I’m not tired. Just… a little relieved, I suppose. You know, after being on my feet and knees…” I hesitated, biting my lip, the words hanging in the air. “Taking punishment from you.”

His breath against my neck was warm and laced with amusement. “Not just punishment,” he murmured, his tone low and sultry. “You did sit on my lap and ride my cock, remember?”

A soft, involuntary moan slipped from my lips, my fingers trailing down the taut muscles of his back. “Yes, I remember,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper, but the heat of the moment made it all the more charged.

“And now…” Alaric’s lips brushed against mine, a gentle kiss that lingered for just a few seconds, igniting a fire within me. “I’m going to reward you for being such a good girl.”

With that, he began to pull out, and my eyes rolled back in pleasure, the sensation overwhelming.

“Ohhh,” I moaned, instinctively grasping his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as if anchoring myself to him.

His hands slid up the backs of my thighs, hovering above me, and I felt the warmth of his breath against my skin, steady and intoxicating. His gaze was intense, searching my face as if he were trying to memorize every detail.

Not just my appearance, but… the way I felt.

“My angel,” he whispered, his voice dripping with affection. My breath hitched in my throat at the sound of those words. “We’ll take it slow this time, okay?”

I nodded, forcing myself to swallow, my eyes drawn to his mouth. “Okay.”

Alaric tenderly brushed my hair away from my face, pressing soft kisses to my forehead, then my cheek, and finally my jaw. Each touch of his lips sent shivers cascading through my body, igniting every nerve ending.

My heart ached with the depth of my love for him.

Then, with a teasing brush, his cock glided against my slick folds and swollen clit. He did it again, and again, each movement driving me to the brink of madness.

“You’re teasing me,” I whimpered, desperate for the release I craved, longing for him to take me the way he wanted.

His voice dropped an octave as he buried his face in my neck. “Am I?” he asked, a dark chuckle escaping his lips as he rocked against my clit once more.

Another gasp tore from my throat. “Yes.”

“Then I better stop that, huh?” he murmured, his tongue trailing along my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “Yeah?”

Before I could respond, he began to push into me, slow and deliberate.

“Mhmmm,” I moaned, surrendering to the pleasure as my eyes fluttered shut.

“No,” he hissed, his tone firm yet playful. “Don’t shut your eyes. Keep looking at me, baby girl.”

I opened my eyes immediately, feeling a rush of satisfaction at his praise. “Good girl,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire.

He pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in, this time even slower, going so deep that I clutched at his arms, feeling the pressure building in my chest.

I gasped, arching my back as his arms enveloped me, holding me together as if I might fall apart. “I need you to feel it all. I need you… to feel how much I love you, Meadow.”

God.

Those words would forever resonate within me, a melody I would never tire of hearing. The knowledge that he loved me filled me with warmth.

“I do,” I moaned as he continued his rhythmic thrusts. “I can feel it.” My voice trembled with the intensity of the moment.

His hand cradled my cheek, tilting my face toward his, forcing me to meet his gaze. Each thrust stretched the moment, a dance of intimacy that was both teasing and tender. He wasn’t rushing; he was savoring.

With my thighs wrapped around his waist, I tightened my grip, pulling him deeper, craving more. Alaric kissed the corner of my mouth fervently, his hands reaching for mine and lifting them above my head, intertwining our fingers. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he rasped against my lips. “I’ve never needed anyone the way I need you. Like I need air.”

My eyes stung with unbidden tears. “I’m yours,” I breathed, the weight of my words heavy with truth. “In every way.”

Alaric kissed me softly, deeply, our tongues dancing together as he thrust deeper still. I tangled my fingers in his hair, trailing them down his back, my nails grazing his skin as my hips instinctively rose to meet his.

“God, Meadow,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “You feel so fucking good. So warm, so tight… I could stay inside you forever.”

A high-pitched moan escaped me, my core tightening around him as the pleasure began to build, a slow, delicious wave curling from my toes, inch by inch.

I clung to him, unwilling to let go—and I genuinely didn’t want to.

“I’m close,” I stammered, breathless. “I’m close, but I don’t want to stop.”

“What about her?” he replied, his tone casual but an edge of tension lingered.

“Well, she obviously couldn’t have taken that news well. I’m assuming your mother kicked her out of her house too?”

A smirk played on his lips. “What? Don’t tell me you care about her all of a sudden.”

I swallowed hard, rolling my eyes dramatically. “That’s not what I’m saying. I just…” I trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

I used to be able to read my aunt like an open book, but now… now it was as if she had become a stranger. I couldn’t predict her thoughts or intentions, and that uncertainty was unsettling. She had become unpredictable, much like my mother.

Just like… Juniper.

Maybe I was overthinking everything, and I worried that telling Alaric would make me sound completely irrational.

But before I could decide whether to voice my concerns, the sudden sound of the doorbell ringing shattered the moment.

Alaric paused his gentle caresses, his fingers tensing against my back.

Who could possibly be at the door at this hour?

My brows furrowed as I tilted my head to look at him. “Are you expecting anyone?”

He clenched his jaw, his gaze narrowing with suspicion. “This late?” he murmured. “Even Nolan wouldn’t be foolish enough to come here. And even if he were, he knows how to let himself in.”

A frown creased my forehead as he pulled away from me, reaching for his phone on the bedside table. He opened the security app, and the doorbell rang again, echoing in the silence.

A few seconds ticked by before Alaric’s fingers stilled on the screen, his entire body going rigid.

I sat up straighter, peering over his shoulder. “What is it?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he angled the phone toward me, and my breath hitched in my throat.

All the blood drained from my face, and all the air escaped my lungs.

Standing at the door, looking directly into the cameras as if she knew exactly where they were, was my twin sister.

Juniper.