Page 14 of Her Immortal Love

"You've stirred quite the controversy, little human," she says, her voice cold and calculating. "The question now is... what are we going to do with you?" Her eyes dart to Alexei. "Take her back."

More arguing ensues, but Alexei's hand, still wrapped around my arm, pulls me back through the circle. He's leaving them to debate my life.

Alexei's grip on my arm loosens as we move away from the vrakken council. Instead of leading me back to the human encampment, he steers me towards the nearby woods. My heart races, unsure of his intentions.

"Where are we going?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He doesn't answer, just continues to guide me through the dense foliage. The sounds of the vrakken settlement fade behind us, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the soft crunch of twigs beneath our feet.

After a few minutes, I hear the gentle babbling of water. We emerge into a small clearing where a crystal-clear stream winds its way through the trees. Alexei finally releases my arm and gestures towards the water.

"You should clean up," he says, his voice softer than I've ever heard it.

I look down at myself, suddenly aware of the blood staining my hands and clothes. The sight makes my stomach churn. Without hesitation, I kneel by the stream and plunge my hands into the cool water. The blood swirls away, leaving my skin clean but my mind still reeling from the events of the day.

As I scrub at my arms and face, I can feel Alexei's eyes on me. I glance up at him, curiosity overcoming my fear.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask. "Why help me?"

He's silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, to my surprise, he kneels beside me at the water's edge.

"You did the right thing back there," he says. "Healing our wounded... It was brave. Foolish, perhaps, but brave. I wanted to thank you."

His words catch me off guard. I've never heard a vrakken express gratitude to a human before. "I... thank you for keeping my secret for so long," I reply, remembering how he'd witnessed my magical outburst during the dark elf attack but hadn't reported it.

Our eyes meet, and suddenly the air between us feels charged. Alexei moves closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of wet hair from my face. My breath catches in my throat at his touch.

"Alina," he murmurs, his voice low and intense. Before I can respond, he leans in and presses his lips to mine.

The kiss is unlike anything I've ever known. I melt into Alexei, a moan escaping my lips, and something in him snaps. He jerks away, eyes searching mine, a whisper of my name on his lips.

"Alina." I see the question there, the hesitation. But I want this. I want him.

I pull him back to me, kissing him harder, deeper. His response is immediate, a growl rumbling in his chest. He lays me back, stripping away my clothes, then his own, with an urgency that matches the pounding of my heart. When he lifts me, carrying me into the cool water of the stream, I wrap my legs around him, feeling his hardness press against me.

I grind over him, and a gasp escapes my lips. He's huge, and I want him more than I've wanted anything. He kisses me again, swallowing my moans as he slowly pushes inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that has me clinging to him, nails digging into his back.

He starts to move, a slow, hard rhythm that hits every nerve ending, sending jolts of ecstasy through my body. I clutch himcloser, meeting each thrust with a roll of my hips. The water around us churns, splashing onto the bank, but neither of us cares. There's only this moment, this connection, this desperate need for each other.

His mouth never leaves mine, kissing me deeply, swallowing my gasps and whimpers. I can feel the tension building, the pressure coiling tight in my belly. Each thrust brings me closer, each kiss pushes me higher. It's perfect, it's everything. And I never want it to end.

I shiver in Alexei's grip, my body delicate and small against his powerful frame. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me steady as he moves with an intensity that leaves me breathless. I can feel every inch of him, filling me, completing me in a way I've never experienced before.

"Alexei..." His name escapes my lips like a secret, a whisper of desire and need. I'm begging him, pleading for release. "Please..."

His pace quickens, his breath hot on my neck. "You feel so fucking good, Alina," he growls, his voice dripping with raw, primal lust. "So perfect. I've never had anything like you."

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, building, growing, pushing me closer to the edge. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, urging him on. His words are a drug, intoxicating and addictive.

"You're such a good girl," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. "My good girl."

Those words, that possessive tone, it's too much. It's everything. I cry out, my body convulsing as the orgasm rips through me. White-hot ecstasy floods my veins, leaving me trembling and gasping for breath.

Alexei's grip tightens, his movements becoming erratic as he chases his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside me, his roar of satisfaction muffled againstmy shoulder. I feel the gentle graze of his fangs, a pinprick of pain that only serves to heighten the pleasure as we climax together.

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