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."

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 have easily pierced my finger. Like everything about him, his fangs were both beautiful and

about it. I dream about you feeding from

do that to you." He said he

do it to

in the other

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

a part of me felt ashamed by

how I felt. He brushed my silver hair aside, exposing my neck, and my breath hitched as I realized what he was

met my 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,

fuel his desire. In an instant, my clothes were gone, discarded without hesitation. His fangs still buried deep in me, he guided me toward the bed. Only then did he pull away. I missed him the

because I have no patience left," he murmured, his voice rough, inhuman, his irises were rimmed with a sharp circle of red. His clothes came off even faster. I barely had time to take in the sheer perfection of the man before me before he spread my legs, settled between them, and,

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 is even harder, going deeper. He is

my lips, this time

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