Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 94: Turning Friction Into Reality

Chapter 94: Turning Friction Into Reality

Kane’s POV:

Just like the book said. That damn book. Its pages had painted a vivid picture in my mind, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality of her beneath me—Elena, flushed and trembling, her soft gasps filling the air as I pinned her wrists above her head. Her eyes flicked to mine, wide with a mix of anticipation and nervous energy, and it sent a surge of heat coursing through me.

The thought ran through my mind as I pinned her wrists above her head, my lips brushing against her soft skin before trailing down to her chest. Her body arched beneath me, her breath hitching as my tongue teased the peak of her breast. God, she was perfect—every inch of her.

"You’re stunning," I murmured, leaning in to capture her lips in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, a prelude to what I had planned. My mouth left hers to trail down her jaw, then lower, until my lips found the soft, full curve of her breast. goddess, she was perfect. My tongue flicked over her nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from her, and I smiled against her skin, savoring the way her body responded to every touch, every movement.

I took my time, letting my tongue circle her nipple before sucking it into my mouth, my free hand sliding down her side to where her thighs parted for me. My free hand traveled downward, fingers brushing over her bare thigh before slipping beneath the hem of that oversized T-shirt she wore. It was almost unfair, how easy she made this—how accessible she was to me. I pushed the fabric higher, exposing her bare skin inch by inch until her breasts were fully revealed to me, round and beautiful, begging for attention. My hand found her panties, sliding them aside to touch her slick, tight heat.

She gasped when my fingers found her wet, slick heat, "Gods, Elena," I whispered, the wetness coating my fingers sending a jolt of raw need through me. "You’re so ready for me." Her body trembling as I slipped one finger inside her. I started with one finger, sliding it slowly inside her. She was tight, impossibly tight, her inner walls gripping me as if she were made for me. I worked her carefully, watching her face for every reaction—the way her brows knitted together, the way her lips parted as a moan escaped her. It was intoxicating, addictive, and I wanted more. She was tight—so tight—that it took all my restraint not to lose myself right then and there.

"You’re incredible," I murmured against her skin, my voice rough with need. I added a second finger, curling them slightly as I moved in and out of her, my thumb pressing against her clit, curling them just enough to draw those beautiful, breathless moans from her lips. My thumb brushed over her clit in rhythm, coaxing her higher as her hips began to move instinctively, chasing the pleasure I was giving her.

Her body arched beneath me, a symphony of gasps and moans spilling from her lips. She was a beautiful mess, writhing in pleasure, completely lost to the sensations I was giving her.

I didn’t stop my attention to her breasts, alternating between them as I sucked and nibbled, my lips and tongue worshiping her, my tongue flicking and teasing, my lips sucking and nibbling her sensitive peaks. I made sure to give each one equal attention, alternating between them, delighting in the way her moans grew louder, more desperate. She writhed beneath me, her gasps turning into soft cries as I pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her oversized, baggy T-shirt made it easy—too easy—to access her body, and as I pushed the fabric higher, I drank in the sight of her, her perfect curves bared to me.

Sliding her panties to the side, I kept up the pace, my fingers working her as her juices coated them. She was exquisite, a moaning mess beneath me, her head tossing against the pillow as she rode my fingers. Just like the book described, but better—so much better. This wasn’t just fiction. This was real.

She clung to me, her hands twisting in the sheets as her hips began to move of their own accord, meeting the rhythm of my fingers. "Kane," she whimpered, her voice broken and breathless.

"That’s it," I murmured, my voice low and hoarse. "Let go for me."

"Come for me," I urged again, my voice low and commanding.

And she did. Her body tensed, her back arching as she came apart, her climax washing over her in waves that left her trembling. I kept moving my fingers, drawing out every last ounce of her release until she slumped against the bed, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. Her face was a masterpiece—flushed, radiant, utterly lost in pleasure—and I burned the image into my memory, knowing I’d never forget it.

I let go of her wrists and cupped her face, brushing a thumb over her flushed cheek. "You’re breathtaking," I said, my voice filled with genuine awe. I wanted to remember every detail of this moment—her flushed skin, her half-lidded eyes, the way her lips trembled as she tried to form words.

Reaching for the book, I handed it to her, my lips curving into a teasing smile. "Your turn," I said, a teasing edge in my tone. "Do you want to continue, or should I?"

She shook her head, taking the book with trembling hands. Her eyes skimmed the pages, but she didn’t read aloud, her blush deepening as her gaze darted to me.

"Read it aloud, Elena," I coaxed, a chuckle escaping me when she buried her face in the book. "It can’t be that bad."

Taking it from her, I flipped to the passage and started reading. "He flipped her onto her stomach, spread her legs wide, and rammed into her with one thrust, making her cry out as he groaned..."

I glanced down at her, only to find her face hidden behind a pillow. Chuckling, I set the book aside and pulled the pillow away. "Now that won’t do," I teased, brushing her hair back as her flushed face came into view. "Hiding from me? You know I’ll find you."

Her wide eyes and the deep red blush spreading across her cheeks only fueled my desire. "I know you’re not ready," I murmured, my voice softening. "But that doesn’t mean we can’t improvise."

Before she could respond, I moved. In one smooth motion, I turned her onto her stomach, drawing a gasp from her lips. I settled above her, careful not to press my full weight against her, and began kissing my way down her back, following the curve of her spine. Her body responded immediately, soft moans spilling from her lips as I reached her lower back, my hands sliding over her perfect, round ass. She shivered beneath me, her breaths coming faster.

I gave it a gentle squeeze, eliciting another gasp, but I held back the urge to spank her—not yet. I gave it a another gentle squeeze, drawing a startled gasp from her. God, I wanted to do more. To claim her, to leave my mark on every inch of her, but I held myself back. Not yet. My cock throbbed painfully against her, the friction of my shorts almost unbearable, and I couldn’t resist sliding her panties down to reveal more of her to me. I let my hand glide over her exposed skin. "You’re so innocent," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. "So perfect."

"Relax," I whispered when she turned her head to look at me, her expression questioning. "I’m not going to penetrate you—not yet." The word made her blush even deeper, and I couldn’t suppress a grin. "So innocent."

I freed myself, my cock heavy and aching as I positioned it between her cheeks, rubbing slowly groaning at the sensation. The friction was almost too much to bear. The sensation was electric, and I groaned, my self-control hanging by a thread. I began moving instinctively, dry-humping against her as my lips found her neck, kissing and nipping at her sensitive skin.

"God, Elena," I groaned, my voice thick with need. I couldn’t stop. The way her body moved beneath me, the soft sounds she made—it was too much.

"Elena," I breathed, her name a prayer on my lips. She moaned softly, her body moving in sync with mine, and I knew I was dangerously close to losing control.

Rolling her onto her back, I spread her legs and rubbed myself against her folds, her slickness driving me wild. Her juices coated me, and I leaned down to kiss her, my lips demanding, consuming. I rocked against her, building both our pleasure until I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hips moved instinctively, grinding against her as I pushed us both closer to release.

When I felt myself teetering on the edge, I slid my fingers back inside her, curling them just right to send her over again. Her cries were my undoing, and I came hard, my release spilling between us, hot and messy.

Panting, I rested my forehead against hers, my body still trembling from the intensity. "Next time," I whispered, my voice dark with promise, "I won’t hold back."

Her flushed face, her wide, dazed eyes—it was almost enough to undo me all over again. I pulled back reluctantly, scooping her into my arms and carrying her to the shower. Wrong move....