ARIA.
I struggled to break free from his hold, but he was far stronger than I was, overpowering me in the subtlest way possible. I wasn't forced, but he seductively coerced me and lifted me in his arms before taking me over to his bed.
I felt really small in his arms as he carried me like I was a child. It was surprising that someone as small as me could make him go crazy. I felt the same way for him, too, but I had to be out of his seductive hold.

He gently placed me in his bed, his hands on either side of my body. I caught a whiff of his woodsy cologne. It was a mixture of mint, tobacco and musk, and it clouded my senses.
My skin tingled from his closeness, and I was engulfed by the warmth of his body. I couldn't even resist him anymore. I was weak, helpless and filled with so much lust and desire that burned through my skin. He consumed me whole. The touch of his skin against mine felt like I'd been lowered into a burning furnace, like I'd been thrown into a hot bath.
His green eyes were lighter than usual, all thanks to the bright light bathing his chambers. They were filled with a burning loss that could only be sated by touching me and I didn't know what to feel. My breathing was ragged and heavy and the hair on my skin prickled. I was fully aware of him, even more than I'd intended.
But this wasn't right. Sleeping with a man in a bed that belonged to him and his wife. As much as I hated her, I had a bit of respect for myself. I wasn't a cheap whore who threw myself at men for validation. Hell, I was just a slave. It was worse than a taboo.
"Let me go, please," I whimpered, all my defenses weakening.
"That doesn't sound like you want me to let you go," he whispered, the tip of his nose grazing my skin. He inhaled softly and sighed as his body lowered into me. "Tell me again that you want me to let you go, and I will let you. Tell me that you do not feel a burning desire spreading through your body. Tell me that you haven't been thinking and having stupid dreams after I kissed you that night. Tell me you don't feel a strong attraction between us. Tell me that these past few days haven't been miserable for you and I promise to leave you be."

"But you have a..." My voice faded. "Don't you have a—"
"Shhhh..." He pressed his fingers into my lips and shook his head. "Don't say anything else. Don't think about anything else. Right now, it's just me and you in this fvcking moment, mi tesoro."
When he called me his treasure, it made my core pool wet. How could he weaken me this much? How could those words roll smoothly from his mouth like butter?
I closed my eyes and inhaled a shaky breath. He was right. I didn't want him to stop this. Hell, I wanted him to continue. I could already feel the hardness of his length pressing into my belly. I yearned for him now, more than ever.

Besides, I couldn't even move out of his hold if I wanted to. He was far bigger and stronger than I was, so it was practically impossible for me to move out of his stronghold.
When I opened my eyes, he was staring at me with so much affection in his eyes, like he was waiting for me to make the first move before he did anything else. That alone was my undoing because as soon as I pressed my hand into his perfectly sculpted chest, telling tales of his virility, he covered his lips over mine, kissing me like his life depended on it, devouring me like he couldn't do without it.
I kissed him back with all fervency, wrapping my arms around his neck as I arched my chest before him. My nipples brushed his chest from the thin fabric I was wearing, and he groaned, palming my left breast as he began to knead softly. His thumb pinched my taur n!pples and I cried out, my fingers sinking into his arms.
"Alpha..." I whispered, at the peak of ecstasy. I wanted more and more of him. I wanted him to be mine and mine alone, his wife be damned.
He was so impatient with the buttons on my dress that he ripped it apart. They flew around his room, clattering to the ground as he bared my b.reasts before him. My teeth sank into my lips as his teeth grazed my areola. He put my n!pple into his mouth and began to suckle, his eyes fluttering close and giving him a childlike look. Seeing him so invested in sucking my b.reasts sent my hormones on overdrive and whatever walls I had built around myself to protect me from his hold began to collapse.
The connection we shared was more intense than anything I'd felt in my entire life. Not even the night of our heated and passionate kiss topped this moment we shared.
I was half naked underneath him, my b.reasts at the mercy of his lips and large, calloused hands.
His lips left my b.reasts and began to pepper kisses down my body, pulling my dress lower in the process. His lips lingered on my waist, inhaling softly as he kissed my sensitive areas.
"Alpha..." I cried out when his teeth grazed my skin and he kissed my pubis.
"It's Lyall," he whispered hotly against my skin. "Only you get to call me that."
"O-okay." I moaned when his fingers flicked my cl!toris. It had to be the most sensitive part of my body, because why did it send spasms throughout my body and even to my legs?
"Say my name. Say it."
"Lyall." I cried out when he slipped his fingers into my wet core.
"Say it again!" He commanded in a gruff voice.
"Lyall..." It came out as a whimper and I threw my head back into the bed, hips bucking to meet him.
He pushed me backwards and parted my legs wide enough for him to look through. I felt so shy because I'd never been put in this position, but he didn't seem to care. He was fascinated, and I could tell from the way he inhaled deeply. "Oh, you smell so divine. You smell like s3x. I want to taste every part of you."
The first thing I felt was his cold tongue against my cl! toris. He began to lap softly, taking his time like I was being guided towards a pinnacle high up in the mountains.
Waves of pleasure shot through me and his fingers sank into my thighs as he held me in place and continued to fist like he was having the time of his life.
He started slowly, licking up and down and making sure he didn't miss my nub. I was shaking underneath him, unable to take this great amount of pleasure and, at the same time, wanting more and more. His tongue flicked out and sank into my whole body and I cried out.
Realizing how loud I was, my eyes widened, and I clamped a hand over my mouth.
"Do not cover your mouth when I am tongue fvcking you. I want to hear your moans. I want to hear you scream my name."
And I did scream his name. He didn't stop. He kept going like he was looking for a destination and when I felt it around my hips, I knew this was going to be an explosive orgasm. It spread slowly around my hips, moving towards my legs and heightening so intensely that I began to thrash against him, my body spasms in pleasure.
I could barely feel my legs by the time he was done and just as I drifted to sleep, he sank into the bed beside me and pulled me into his arms.