The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: 095: Euphoria

~ ROSELLE ~

He doesn’t give me time to catch my breath.

Ronan grabs a fistful of my hair, firm but not cruel, and turns me around on the bed. My knees sink into the mattress as he pulls my hips back, forcing my back to arch deeply for him. The new angle makes me feel deliciously exposed, ass up, chest pressed down, completely open and vulnerable to whatever he wants to do to me.

Then he fills me from behind in one powerful thrust.

"Ah!" The sudden, deep stretch hits that aching, itchy spot inside me perfectly. My entire body quivers violently. My eyes roll back, lashes fluttering as wave after wave of blinding pleasure crashes through me. It’s too much. Too fucking much... and yet it’s exactly what I’ve been craving. Exactly what soothes the burning emptiness inside my heat.

I feel him pull back slowly, dragging every thick inch along my fluttering walls, only to slam deep again, jerking me backward by my hair until my back meets his solid chest. The sharp sting on my scalp mixes with the pleasure in the most sinful way.

Fuck. Fuckity fuck.

Shooting stars explode behind my eyelids. My voice is already hoarse from all the moaning, screaming, and begging I’ve done. Hot tears streak down my flushed cheeks as he begins thrusting in earnest, deep, rhythmic, possessive strokes that make my soaked pussy flutter and clench around him.

The more he fucks me, the more my body opens up for him. My pussy expands greedily, taking every inch, leaking more slick juices down my thighs with every powerful snap of his hips. I’m dripping for him. Made for him.

"Do you feel good, baby?" he grunts hotly against my ear, his breath ragged as he keeps pounding into me from behind. The wet, filthy sound of our bodies slapping together fills the cottage.

"Y-Yes... yes... yes..." Each brutal thrust knocks the words right out of me. I can barely speak, barely think. All I know is the overwhelming stretch, the delicious burn, the way his cock keeps hitting that spot that makes my toes curl and my mind melt.

"Let me know when you want me to stop," he growls, voice thick with restraint and hunger. "Let me know when you feel sated."

"No, don’t stop," I sob immediately, pushing back against him desperately. "Please don’t stop... I need more..."

"Fuck, Roselle," he rasps, tightening his grip in my hair as he drives into me harder. "You love my dick in your pussy, don’t you?"

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

I can’t think. Can’t form a single coherent thought beyond Moon Goddess and broken moans. My walls squeeze around him helplessly.

"Yes..." The word trembles out of me on a desperate whine. "Yes, I do... I love it... Don’t stop, please—!"

"Then why were you restraining yourself earlier?" His voice is dark, edged with raw need and a hint of hurt as he slams into me again, grinding deep. "You were suffering, Rose. Why didn’t you let me help you?"

Every logical part of me has completely shut down. All that exists is this, him inside me, claiming me, soothing the fire that’s been consuming me.

"Talk to me, Rose..." he demands, slowing his thrusts just enough to make me feel every thick inch dragging inside me, teasing that spot until I’m shaking.

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