Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: The Real Gift

Eira’s POV

"Fuck!" I heard him curse, and I knew exactly why. I could feel his erection pressing hard against my ass, his cock throbbing wildly with need.

Shame washed over me, but instead of stopping, I ground against him, unsure where the sudden boldness came from.

"You little cunt!" he growled, his voice low and restrained. "Asking for trouble?"

And then I felt him—sliding another finger inside me, punishing me with more pleasure, filling me completely. A loud moan tore from my throat before I could stop it.

"That’s... too much..." I whispered, my words barely audible.

"Your cunt says otherwise," he murmured, his voice rough and hoarse. "It’s already begging for more."

I shook my head, overwhelmed, the heat pooling and spreading inside me, consuming every inch of my body. My muscles clenched, my belly tightened, thighs quivering as he drove me higher, teasing, coaxing, claiming me as his.

"I—I’m—" I choked on my words, lost in sensation, unable to form anything coherent.

"You know what it is," he whispered in my ear, his fingers moving faster, hitting just the right spot. "Come for me."

Then it hit me—the pinnacle, the exquisite, consuming release. My legs trembled uncontrollably, my hips bucking instinctively against his hand as waves of shattering pleasure tore through me. My moans were raw, unrestrained, echoing in the room, my hands clutching him as if I could anchor myself to the ecstasy he was giving me.

He held me through it, grounding me, his fingers moving with gentle insistence until he finally withdrew, leaving me shivering, flushed, trembling, completely spent. My mind was a haze, struggling to comprehend this foreign, yet utterly overwhelming, pleasure.

They hadn’t lied in the books—they had described it perfectly.

"Tastier than I thought," I heard him and then looked at him trough the mirror, only to find he had licked the fingers he just used...

So embarrassing! But this man was nothing close to knowing what that word even meant. He made me wonder that my entire life was going to be like this, being embarrassed by words and actions that were devoid of any shame.

He lifted me effortlessly into his arms and carried me to my bed, laying me gently on the soft mattress. My face burned with washing heat, my eyes unable to meet his.

He sat beside me, smoothing my dress over my thighs that barely covered my thighs, and he even buttoned it up. He even pulled the sheets over my legs as it was cold these days.

His actions made it clear that it was time to stop and he had no intentions of going ahead with me, at least not tonight. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

He stood up and scanned the room. "Don’t you have water in here?" His voice was heavy, and hoarse.

The water jar on the table was empty. He picked it up. "I’ll get some..."

"Ah... I’ll do it," I offered quickly.

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