Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Two

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Two

I stood there for a moment, watching him, aware of every inch between us.

I stepped closer. "Daem-Trian, I..." The words wouldn't come. I wasn't sure if I was afraid of saying them or if I simply didn't know how. So instead, I rose onto my tiptoes reaching for him. But he was too tall, and my lips only grazed his jaw.

I lingered, searching his face, hoping he would understand what I couldn't say.

"For a demon, you have a surprising amount of self-control"

"Every moment with you pushes me closer to losing it."

"Then why didn't you? Why didn't you make a move?"

"After what I did to you, I have no right to touch you."

as he spoke, then lifted my gaze to meet his. Once again, he knew exactly what I wanted. He bared his fangs, allowing me to touch them. Their tips were so sharp that with just a little more pressure, they could

about it. I dream about you feeding from me. I

you." He said he seemed to be barely trying

do it

the

ex

the way I care about you. It has disadvantages, Aliya. The more you are fed from, the more you

disappointment; a part of me felt

he read me easily; he knew exactly how I felt. He brushed my silver hair aside, exposing my neck, and my breath hitched as

skin, and then I felt his fangs. The pain was too brief to register- but then, all I felt was... pleasure. The tension I had felt earlier melted away, my whole body heating up. A deep, unfamiliar ache settled within me, and I could feel the wetness between my legs as he drank from

still buried deep in me, he guided me toward the bed. Only then did he pull away. I missed him the moment he did- but the hunger in his eyes promised I

no patience left," he murmured, his voice rough, inhuman, his irises were rimmed with a sharp circle of red. His clothes came off even

entrance, the pain, and the pure pleasure. He thrusts into me again, hitting a spot that gets me moaning his name. My fingers dig into his back, maybe drawing blood, but that too is a turn-on for him. The next thrust

my lips, this

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