The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 112

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**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 112: Getting Used To The Feel Of You**

[Evelyn’s POV]

I found myself utterly unprepared for the sharp, nerve-jangling pain that accompanied every movement Alexander made. It wasn’t that I was entirely oblivious to the sensations that awaited me; I had done my homework, after all. I had read enough to understand that the initial moments could be uncomfortable, maybe even a bit challenging.

But nothing could have truly readied me for that sudden, fierce jolt of pain that surged through me, like a wild, untamed fire. It pinched intensely for what felt like an eternity, only to be followed by a slow, simmering burn that settled in its wake.

What kept my mind occupied, diverting my attention from that tender irritation, was the overwhelming sensation of fullness. There was being average, there was being big, and then there was the reality of Alexander.

Oh my God. I could feel the tip of him brushing against my cervix with every ragged breath I took. It was a feeling so profound that it made me forget everything else around me. Like the fact that I was completely exposed before him—every inch of me laid bare, vulnerable, and utterly unguarded.

And then there was my breathing, which had spiraled into a chaotic rhythm of its own. Just when I thought I had settled into a pace, Alexander shifted again, and I felt the tantalizing drag of his cock inside me.

“Ahh,” I gasped, the sound escaping my lips involuntarily.

The pain had faded, leaving behind a sweet, delicious ache that begged to be fulfilled.

Alexander’s expression shifted, worry clouding his features. “I’m sorry—”

“No, oh my God…Please, do it again,” I whimpered, desperation lacing my voice.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his tone laced with concern.

I nodded vigorously, practically pleading with him. “Move. I need you to move.”

Without hesitation, he withdrew just halfway before pressing back in with a steady, deliberate force. My bottom lip quivered as the air rushed from my lungs, leaving me breathless.

A loud, embarrassing keening moan escaped me, echoing in the room as Alexander maintained a slow, deliberate pace. My back arched instinctively off the bed, yearning for closeness, for more.

Alexander let out a deep, rugged groan that sent delightful shivers racing down my spine.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. “You’re taking me so well.”

“Please,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.

He continued with his steady rhythm, just slow enough to build the ache within me to an unbearable height.

A smile of appreciation spread across his face, illuminating his features. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you.”

“Faster,” I begged, urgency spilling from my lips. “Oh my God, please. Faster!”

With a firm grip, he seized both of my ankles, lifting them over his shoulders. My gaze locked onto his sculpted, muscled chest, and I felt a rush of heat. “Hold on to something.”

Without thinking, I clutched the bed sheets, hoping they would suffice. His fiery gaze bore into me, filled with an insatiable hunger. In an instant, he began to deliver hard, punishing thrusts that sent my body bouncing back into the bed.

“Holy sh-shit,” I cried out, my voice echoing in the dim light. “Alexander!”

I did my best to meet each of his thrusts, feeling a thin sheen of sweat forming on my skin. My muscles strained, yet Alexander remained relentless, a force of nature. The sizzling pressure at my core climbed higher and higher, pushing me toward the edge.

He reached out, his hand curling around my cheek. “My perfect girl, I can feel you tightening around me,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a long, searing kiss. “You’re getting close.”

The sounds escaping me were foreign, unrecognizable, but in that moment, I didn’t care. Each thrust hit that sweet, hidden spot within me that sent me spiraling into a galaxy of stars.

“Ah. Ah. Ah. A-Alexander…”

The sensation was intoxicating, almost maddening. I craved more, and the thought of him stopping was unbearable. How had I lived so long without experiencing such ecstasy?