I could hardly keep up with the force of his thrusts. My body was growing weak, and my pussy was already drying out. But Alaric was nowhere near done.
"This is what happens when you play with fire," he murmured darkly, his fingers digging into my hips, "You get burned."
He stopped suddenly and pulled out in a hurry, and for one stupid moment, I thought he had changed his mind. But he pulled me by my hair out of the bed, and before I could stand on my shaky legs, he picked me up like I weighed nothing, making me wrap my legs around his waist.
He picked up the lubricant he had brought and poured some into his hands, smearing it all over his cock before guiding us to the wall.
My back touched the cold wall, my hands still secured belted me as I gazed into his eyes.
His thumb reached for my face and brushed the tears sliding down with ease, but he didn't say a word. Instead, he smirked and positioned his cock at my entrance.
