Page 46 of Semper
I gasped involuntarily as he traced the hood of my clit with his thumb, sending a wave of pleasure cascading through me. His lips curled into a smirk as he saw my reaction. "Perfect.” He dipped his head lower, his tongue flicking against me with deliberate precision. Every stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, leaving me breathless and trembling beneath him. The sheer intensity of it made my body arch instinctively, pressing closer to him despite the storm of guilt and confusion swirling in my mind.
“Alex,” I whispered his name, my voice barely more than a breath, making everything more real, more grounded, despite the chaos inside me.
His hands gripped my thighs tighter, holding me in place as he looked up, his eyes locked with mine.
"That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing against my skin between every word. "Let go,deliciae. Let me take care of you."
The words felt like they sank into me, deeper than just his touch, like he was claiming not only my body but something far more intimate. His tongue moved again, slow and languid, drawing out the pleasure until I thought I might break from it.
“I want to hear you say it again,” he demanded softly, he pulled away just enough to make me ache for more. “Say my name.”
“Alex,” I breathed, unable to deny him anything, not when my body was begging for more of him.
His smirk deepened, satisfied. “Good girl.” He lowered his head again, this time devouring me with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
His tongue danced and probed, exploring every inch of me as if savoring each one. I cried out his name repeatedly, my hands tangled in his hair. His grip on my thighs tightened, pulling me closer to his mouth, thrusting his tongue in and out. Each time I cried out his name, he answered with praiseand encouragement, his eyes never leaving my face. He was relentless, building up a crescendo of sensations that left me breathless. I felt myself losing control, my body arching against him.
"Say it one last time," he commanded, his voice deep and seductive. "Tell me who you belong to."
"Alex!" I screamed his name, the powerful release taking hold.
The climax was intense and overwhelming, yet it was also precisely what I needed. A part of me knew that I was surrendering to him completely at this moment, and the other wasn’t strong enough right then to stop it.
As I slowly calmed down, Alex gently kissed my thighs, his lips tender as he brushed them against my skin. "That's my good girl," he praised, kissing a path back up my body until our lips met. It was as if the world disappeared around us. All that mattered was the connection between us, the way his lips tasted like sin and sweetness all at once—like us.
He ran his fingers through my hair, tangling them in the strands as he deepened the kiss. His other hand skimmed back down my body, returning to between my legs. He began to gently stroke me, his gaze never leaving mine. He gently pulled away; his face hovering inches in front of mine. "Feel that? How wet your pussy is?" His voice was low, coaxing. “We both know what you need, what you're meant to give me."
His words worked through me, leaving me trembling beneath him. He knew exactly what he was doing, keeping me on edge, building the intensity with every stroke.
“When I fill you,” he murmured, “you’ll know. You’ll feel it. You’ll understand why this was always meant to be." He moved his hand away from my pussy to remove his drawers revealing himself to me fully.
His cock jutted away from his body. I nearly moaned at the sight, my body yearning for him in ways I had never experienced before. I watched, breathless, as he positioned himself between my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine. He didn’t enter me yet, leaning down to kiss me again.
"This is what you were made for," he said lowly, his breath hot against my skin. He pushed inside me, slowly at first, and I gasped, my body instinctively responding to him. I opened my legs wider to accommodate his size, my hands going to his back.
"Tell me," he demanded, his lips brushing mine as he began to thrust, filling me completely. "Tell me you’re ready."
I couldn’t speak, the sensation of him so overwhelming pleasure making it hard to form words. He thrust deeper, his movements slow and deliberate, coaxing a response from me.
"Say it, Lolita," he demanded, his voice a low growl as he began to move faster, his hands gripping my hips. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you need it."
"I… I want it," I moaned, my head falling back against the pillow as he drove into me harder. "I need it."
His eyes blazed with triumph as he looked down at me as he continued his rhythm. "That's it," he growled, "Accept your purpose, let me give you what you need."
“Yes,” I dug my nails into his back.
The bed rocked beneath us, his movements becoming more urgent, more intense. "You’ll carry my child," he breathed, "You’ll give the Isle what it needs."
I moaned, my body responding to his every command, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
I felt the tension coil tightly in my core, knowing I was close. "Alexander," I gasped, clutching at the sheets, my body trembling as he continued to pound into me.
His hand moved to my stomach, pressing down lightly. "This is where my seed will grow," he said, his eyes brimming withpossession as he watched my face contort in pleasure. "You will carry my heir here." He pressed harder, forcing me to feel him inside me in a way that left no doubt as to what we were doing.
I cried out, my body responding to his every touch, every movement. His eyes never left mine as he increased his pace, his hips slamming against me harder and faster. The sounds of pleasure emanating from him were intoxicating, and I found myself throwing caution to the wind as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer.
My nails dug into his back, pleading with him to take me further, deeper.