Alpha King 47

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047 AN INTENSE PLEASURE

Delilah

Maxwell gave me meat and bread to eat. After that, I had some fruits. It was a little strange to sit and eat like this, because today is the sixth day of his Rut. Six long days. Six nights without proper sleep.

I never knew I had this wild side in me. I used to be scared of things like this. But now I know, sometimes you don’t understand your own strength until you face it.

For now, his wild cravings have calmed down a little. He’s sleeping peacefully on the bed, completely worn out. But I’m here in the bathroom, trying to take care of my body. Rosa gave me some herbal balm and soft cloths to soothe the aching between my legs and on my skin..

Six full days of intense passion. It nearly broke me. I have never seen Maxwell this possessive before. It was like his beast was fully in control. If I couldn’t hear his thoughts through our bond, I might have believed he was possessed by something dark and powerful.

I sat on the edge of the tub, my body still shaking as memories flashed back in my mind.

His strong hands around my neck, his chest against mine, my back pressed against the cold wall as he pushed into me with deep, heavy thrusts. I had no time to catch my breath. He was wild, intense, and unstoppable.

It was rough, but I liked it.

We’ve shared many nights together before, but this was something new. Something fierce. Something primal.

I remember one moment so clearly…

He held me tightly, straddling his waist while he stood and moved around the room with me. He didn’t stop moving inside me. It was like he had no end. His strength never faded.

At times, he stopped just to kiss me, sucking on my breasts until I cried out, then biting into my skin like I was his prey. It hurt, but it also felt good.

How can something that hurts also feel this good? I don’t know. But I do know it was unforgettable.

It felt like a marathon of pleasure and pain.

Over and over again, he whispered in my ear,

“You’re mine, Delilah. You belong to me.”

And then he slammed into me again, kissing me so hard it felt like he wanted to eat me alive.

“No one else can make you feel like this. Say it. Tell me you love me.”

Each time he moved inside me, it felt like my body was going to fall apart. But I’didn’t say no. I took everything. Maybe I’m the one who’s crazy.

Even I began to talk like him.

“Give me more, my King,” I had moaned. “Your seed is so sweet, I want it again and again.”

Now that I think about it, I feel so embarrassed. I don’t even recognize myself. But in that moment, I meant every word.

After finishing my bath, I dried off and slowly returned to the bed, thinking I would finally get some rest. My body

LEASURE

was sore all over. I lay on my back and closed my eyes.

But I should have known better.

Maxwell’s arms pulled me up suddenly, flipping me over.

I gasped.

“Maxwell!” I cried.

Before I could understand what was happening, he was on top of me. His chest pressed against my back, and he filled me again, deep and full.

Not again…

My core was already sore and tight, but he stretched me all over again.

“I own this body, Delilah,” he growled.

His voice was low, rough, filled with hunger.

He wrapped his arms around my chest and kissed the side of my neck, biting and licking gently, while his hips slammed against me. His movements were rough, powerful, like he was claiming me again and again.

“Say something, my love. I want to hear you.”

He kissed my cheeks, my lips, my forehead, never stopping his rhythm.

I could barely speak. But somehow, I moaned,

“Please… I want more of you.”

That was a mistake.

His beast came back to life immediately.

The next thing I knew, I was on all fours, his strong hands gripping my hips. And then he was inside me again, harder, deeper, more powerful than ever before.