The sickened luna’s last chance

Chapter 140

Only then did he pull back just enough to speak, his mouth slick and shining with my wetness. “It’s just the tips of my fingers, and already you’re a mess,” he teased.

My cheeks heated. “You’ve never-I haven’t-”

He tilted his head, fingers dipping in a little further. “You’re not seriously telling me you’ve never pleasured yourself.”

“I have,” I admitted, and the heat in my face was on par with the heat between my legs now.” But not in a long time. And it’s… different when it’s not my own hand.”

The mention of pleasuring myself seemed to ignite something in Alexander. His fingers slipped in further, and I nearly cried out again, gripping the sheets. “Tell me what you like,” he whispered. “In detail.”

My throat bobbed, but once again, that raw power in his voice was enough to make me obey without him even using his Alpha Voice. Shakily, I replied, “I like it slow, but deep. And a finger on my clit.”

“Like this?” Alexander placed his thumb right over my clit, pressing into it as if it were a button.

“Yes. Like that.”

Slowly, Alexander began working his fingers into me, thumb circling my clit in time with his thrusts. Once again, within moments, I was nearly a wreck.

Only once I was a quivering mess again did Alexander sit up, gently extracting his fingers from me, and wipe his mouth with the back of my hand.

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the buttons of his shirt, my fingers trembling slightly as I worked them open. When I pushed the fabric off his shoulders, I couldn’t help but stare. Just as I remembered, Alexander was all hard muscle and

hands worked at his belt. A few moments later, trousers and underwear tossed aside, he was fully exposed

All of him.

Every fucking inch.

the sight of that impressive member standing at attention between my thighs, and the soft whimper that did escape only

entrance.

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pex of my thighs, so close I could feel the heat radiating

mattress.

frightened,”

throat bobbed. “I’ve never been with anyone And

tenderness there too that soothed me. “I’ll be gentle,” he murmured, brushing a stand of hair out of

gasp and dig my fingernails into his back, but it faded quickly, replaced by a feeling of fullness as the rest of him slipped into me,

began to move, slow and careful at first, giving me time to adjust. But soon we found our rhythm,

in a way, we

with his, seeking our dual pleasure. Soon, my own movements had begun to make

“Ella… Goddess, Ella…’

name sounded like a prayer on his lips. Like the most beautiful thing I’d ever