Page 80 of Semper

I needed more too.

Every inch of me burned with the intensity of it—of him. I didn’t know how I managed it, but before I realized what I was doing, I had him flat on his back, my thighs straddling his hips as I looked down into his eyes.

Those beautiful eyes that always held me as captive as he did.

They were filled with a hunger that mirrored my own, a dangerous glint of approval flickering in them. He grinned up at me, his hands finding my waist, gripping me like he couldn’t believe I’d taken control, but he didn’t resist. Instead, he let me move, his hands on my body were steady but not forceful. He wanted to see what I’d do.

The power that surged through me, the way he let me lead for just a moment, was intoxicating. My hands pressed against his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath my fingers as I moved against him. The look in his eyes never wavered, never softened, only intensified. I didn’t hold back. I couldn’t. The way we fit together, how he worshipped every movement I made—it fueled something inside me. I leaned down, pressing my lips to his.

I knew this wouldn’t last.

Alexander didn’t share power.

Still, I moved against him, savoring every second I could. Riding him as his hands slid up my sides, his fingers digging into my skin. I had no idea if I was doing it right, but that fact coupled with how he was looking at me and his moans of pleasure only made me wetter.

"Deliciae," he growled, his voice gravelly and strained with the effort of letting me fuck him for once. "You're playing with fire."

I held his gaze and pushed him further, my moans growing louder as I challenged him to take back his control. His eyes smoldered with a warning I blatantly ignored. He smirked, his fingers digging into my hips with a slight hint of force. "Howdoes it feel,carissima?" His voice was a dangerous taunt, sending a rush of heat through my body. "Knowing it's your own cousin beneath you?"

I gave him a coy smile, pressing my fingers harder into his chest. "It feels like I finally have you right whereIwant you."

Before I could fully process what was happening, he moved. He flipped me onto my back with a strength that took my breath away. The impact knocked the air out of my lungs and left me vulnerable as he pinned me to the bed, gripping my wrists in an unbreakable hold above my head. There was no gentleness in this display of dominance; only raw desire and need for absolute control.

He didn't hesitate, plunging deep inside me in one swift motion. I cried out, my nails digging into my own skin as my fingers curled. Moans poured from my mouth, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as he fucked me hard. His eyes locked onto mine, the intensity in them matching the heat that coursed through my veins. I couldn't look away, my body begging for more. The strength he exerted only fueled my desire, driving me to the brink of insanity. As he thrust into me harder and faster, I could feel the heat building within me.

My body tensed, every nerve ending on fire as I moaned his name like a chant, pleading with him to never stop. The air between us crackled with electricity, the air heavy with the scent of our sweat and desire. My heart raced in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears as I lost myself in this dark, twisted dance of pleasure and pain. He continued to move within me, his cock drenched with our combined arousal. His breathing was only just now elevating, his eyes never leaving mine.

I managed to pull him closer. He groaned, his hips stuttering as I took his cock deeper inside me. I could feel the tension building within him too - we were a single entity now, moving in sync with each other's desires.

"Harder," I begged. "Faster."

He laughed the sound deep and guttural. He complied without hesitation, his movements becoming frenzied. His hips slammed against me, each thrust a punishment and a reward.

My moans grew louder, more desperate. I loved the pain of being stretched, his cock filling me to the brink of unbearable fullness. I could feel myself tightening around him, my muscles clenching and releasing in time with his movements. He whispered dirty words that only served to heighten my arousal.

“You love the feel of your cousin’s cock, don't you?” He taunted.

My mind raced, torn between submission and rebellion. But as he stared deeply into my eyes, there was no denying the truth. "Yes," I moaned hoarsely, my body trembling with pleasure and taboo excitement. "I love it, I love feeling you inside me."

"Fuck. I can feel how wet that just made you." He groaned in response, his grip tightening on my wrists as he devoured me with his intense gaze. "You're such a filthy little thing. " He kept my wrists pinned above my head and gripped my throat. “I fucking love it.”

I gasped as he began to apply pressure, cutting off my air supply just enough to make me dizzy. It was dangerous, and I knew it, but I couldn't deny the thrill it brought me. My heart raced as he leaned in closer, moaning “You feel so fucking good. Best pussy I've ever had.Fuck.”

He pounded into me with abandon, his gaze never leaving mine. I could see the desire, the lust, burning deep within him. It only served to intensify my arousal, the pleasure building and building. His grip tightened and I clenched around his cock.

"Do you like this?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

I nodded, unable to speak, as he increased the pressure just a bit more. My vision began to blur, and I felt myself slipping into a state of pure ecstasy.

"Yes," I gasped, the word barely audible through my heavy breathing. "Please don't stop. Please, Alex."

His name escaped my lips, a plea for more, more of his touch, more of his dominance. His eyes flashed with delight at my submission, his grip on my throat tightening just a little more. “Good girl.”

I knew I was crossing a line - an unthinkable boundary - but I couldn't deny the intense pleasure surging through my veins. My body arched off the bed in ecstasy as he pounded into me. Could feel the headboard hitting the wall behind us as he drove into me, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was both primal and possessive. The mattress beneath us groaned under our combined weight as he pinned me down.

His tongue traced the pulse point on my neck before moving towards my lips again. I moaned his name, melting under his touch. The scent of sex and desire clung to us like a second skin, driving us both wild. My vision began to blur, and I felt myself teetering on the brink of consciousness.

Just as I felt myself slipping away, he released his grip, allowing me to gulp in a ragged breath. The feeling of relief was intense, and it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I felt myself slipping away into darkness. I wasn’t sure how long I passed out, but as I came to, I realized that he was still inside me, still thrusting hard and deep.