Alpha King 3
Farrell
The pain I’ve endured is beyond words. Ever since I discovered that she was my mate, my soul has been in turmoil. The ache of her absence has been a constant torment, a gnawing emptiness that refuses to fade. And yet, she is my wife. The irony is cruel, a twist of fate that mocks me every day. How can she be so close, yet feel so far away? How can she be mine, yet not truly mine?
But tonight, everything changed. The heavens opened, and the rain poured down in sheets, as if the skies themselves were weeping for us. It was in this storm that I finally found her, truly found her. The moment our lips met, it was as if the world ceased to exist. There was only her, only us. I kissed her hungrily, desperately, pouring every ounce of the longing, the pain, and the love had carried for so long into that kiss. And she kissed me back with the same fervor, the same need. She wanted me, just as I had always wanted her.
The rain soaked through our clothes, clinging to our skin, but neither of us cared. My hands trembled as I pulled down her dress, revealing the soft curve of her shoulder, the roundness of her breast, the perky nipple that begged for my touch. My mouth found its way to her, sucking gently, tenderly, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. My other hand teased her other nipple, pinching lightly, and the sensation sent a jolt through my entire body. My nerves were on fire, every inch of me alive with desire.
I couldn’t wait any longer. The fear that someone might take her away from me, that this moment might slip through my fingers, was unbearable. I needed her, now.
“Farrell,” she cried out, her voice trembling with need.
“Yes, my love,” I murmured against her skin, my voice thick with emotion.
I continued to undress her, my hands moving with an urgency I couldn’t control. Her dress fell to the ground, pooling at her ankles, and I quickly removed her panties, leaving her standing naked before me. The sight of her took my breath away. She was perfection, a vision I had dreamed of for so long. I hurriedly discarded my own clothes, letting them fall to the wet ground, and stepped closer to her.
The rain poured down on us, cold and refreshing, yet it did nothing to cool the heat between us. Our eyes met, and in that moment, I saw everything I needed to know. Her eyes spoke volumes, telling me of her desire, her love, her need for me. She wanted me to fill her, to claim her completely. And that was exactly what I intended to do.
But first, I wanted to taste her. The scent of her arousal had been driving me wild, a sweet, intoxicating torment that I could no longer resist. I knelt before her, my hands gripping her hips as I positioned myself between her legs.
“Spread your legs for me, my love,” I commanded, my voice low and husky.
She obeyed without hesitation, parting her legs to give me access. My tongue found her, tasting her, savoring her. The sound of her moans filled the air, mingling with the sound of the rain. I drank her in, my hunger for her insatiable. My cock twitched painfully, swollen and ready, but I forced myself to wait. I wanted to give her pleasure, to make her feel as desperate for me as I was for her.
Her hands gripped my head, holding me in place as I continued to devour her. Her cries grew louder, more urgent, and I knew she was close. I curled two fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot that made her gasp and shudder. My other hand cupped her breast, squeezing gently, and I could feel her body trembling with pleasure.
“Farrell,” she choked out, her voice breaking. “Fill me. Let me feel you inside me, please.”
Her plea was all I needed. I stood up, positioning myself at her entrance. I lifted one of her legs, wrapping it around my waist, and pushed into her slowly, savoring the feel of her tight warmth around me. We both cried out, the pleasure overwhelming. It was electrifying, every nerve in my body alight with sensation.
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“Goddess, Delilah,” I groaned, my voice rough with need. You’re so tight.”
I pulled out slightly, then thrust back in, deeper this time. She gasped, her nails digging into my back as I filled her completely. We clung to each other, our bodies pressed together as we kissed passionately. The feeling was euphoric, a connection so intense it was almost painful.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” she whimpered, her voice trembling “It’s painful.”
“I’m sorry, my love,” I murmured, kissing her face, her neck, anywhere I could reach. “But I can’t stop. I need you too much.”
I began to move, thrusting into her with a rhythm that matched the pounding of the rain. My hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as I lost myself in her. This was what I had been missing, what I had been craving for so long. The feel of her, the sound of her cries, the way her body responded to mine, it was everything.
Her cries grew louder, more desperate, and I knew she was close to the edge. I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a final, deep thrust, I spilled myself into her, filling her completely. She shuddered in my arms, her body trembling with the force of her release. We clung to each other, both of us panting, our bodies pressed together as we rode out the waves of pleasure.
But I wasn’t done. I couldn’t be. The need for her was too strong, too consuming. I turned her around, positioning her against the tree, and entered her from behind. She cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain, but I couldn’t stop. I pounded into her, hitting every sweet spot, driving us both to the brink of ecstasy.
“Fuck, Farrell,” she screamed, her voice raw with emotion. “You’ll kill me.‘
“No,” I growled, my voice rough with need. “I’ll never let you go. You’re mine, Delilah. My mate. My destiny.”
The rain poured down around us, heavier now, as if the heavens themselves were blessing our union. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the night, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. I drove into her deeper, harder, until we both cried out in release.
But even then, I couldn’t stop. The energy between us was too intense, too consuming. It was as if every time we came together, our energy was renewed, our desire reignited. We moved to the wet ground, Delilah straddling me as she rode me with a desperation that matched my own. My hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as I thrust into her, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
My mouth found her breasts, alternating between them as I sucked and teased, driving her wild. We kept going, lost in the heat of our passion, until we could no longer move. Exhausted, we collapsed together, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one.
But then, something strange happened. I woke up in my bed and she’s gone. The memory of the night before still fresh in my mind. But how was that possible? I can’t remember how I got here. Who was Delilah?
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