Chapter 3 Alessia

Alessia

'Why does he want me to know him?' I think in my head. He grips my hair, his other hand grazing my breast, making me gasping for air. It's maddening; the way his touch makes me lose my self-esteem.

What if knowing him changes everything? What if, after tonight, I can't stay away? The thought stays in my mind, but I shove it aside.

"I don't want to know you," I murmur breathlessly, with a trembling voice. "I just want you to make me feel good, only for tonight."

My body shudders, and his fingers trail to my exposed neck. My feeble hands grasp at his muscles, desperate to hold on to him my thoughts race with wild fantasies.

He pulls the thin fabric of my gown down until it falls away, leaving me bare before him.

His fingers graze the underside of my breasts, and I moan shamelessly, unable to stifle the sound.

With a bruising force, his lips crashed against mine, stealing the air from my lungs.

My body pressed against his, as his hands explored me with a relentless hunger.

I can't think, can't breathe, and I don't want to. All I know is him-his touch, his scent, his overwhelming presence.

I know I'm not thinking straight. I know I should run-because, for fuck sake, I don't even know this man.

And here I am, throwing caution to the wind and letting him burn me to ash as he drives me into a frenzy I'll likely regret.

I force my eyes open and meet his heated gaze.

It's intense, almost suffocating. Before I can think, he pushes me down onto the bed with a deliberate force, as he hovers over me.

My heart pounds in my chest, climbing into my throat as I truly see him for the first time.

He has a dark aura, it's a strange combination of danger and ethereal beauty that makes him irresistible.

His masculine beauty is captivating, so much so that it feels as if my senses have been stolen away.

His hands move to my thighs, sending a shiver racing through me, my sensitive nipples brushing against his shirt makes me gasp.

His touch slides lower, his fingers teasing the edge of my panties.

'Oh my God. This is happening.'

I can't think, can't breathe, as his fingers slide inside me, I let out a sharp gasp.

The sensation is overwhelming. But then, he quickly pulls his fingers away, leaving me craving for his touch.

What is he doing to me? Why can't I stop craving more?

I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, my core craves the return of his touch.

This isn't me Alessia, the pampered princess who's spent her life confined in a lavish, heavily guarded mansion.

I'm sure it's the alcohol clouding my mind, making me reckless and vulnerable in ways I've never known.

He slides my panties down with ease, his powerful frame settling between my legs. He kisses me in a way that his life depends on it.

Before I can process what's happening, he pulls off his shirt, and my breath hitches at the sight of his sculpted chest. His hands fumble briefly with the zipper of his trousers.

Then I feel him hard sliding against my wet folds, teasing me.

"Look at me while I make you feel so good," he commands, his voice deep and raw, spreading warmth through me.

I obey, opening my eyes to meet his gaze blazing with fury and wild hunger making my heart race.

"I've never-" I start to say, but the words are stolen from me as he pushes inside roughly.

Pain shoots through me, forcing me to clench my teeth as I struggle to take back control of my body. It's overwhelming, the mixture of pain and the undeniable pull of his presence.

Though I writhe in pain, I want this, so I grip the sheets tightly, biting my lower lip to stifle the sounds threatening to escape; then he pushes harder roughly.

'Shit, this hurts like hell.'

"I'll fuck you and make you feel so good tonight," he growls, his voice raw with desire.

With one final thrust, he pushes all of himself inside me. The pain begins to ebb, replaced by an intense pleasure that makes me numb to everything but him.

"So tight... and wet," he groans, his voice with raw hunger. His pace quickens, each thrust harder and more deliberate.

I tense as I tighten my body around him, caught between the sensations of pain and pleasure.

I should tell him to stop. I should... But the pleasure he's giving me is more than the pain.

Sparks of electricity course through my body, leaving me trembling and lost in the overwhelming sensations.

He thrusts faster, harder until everything blurs. His low groans echo in the room, igniting a frenzy of satisfaction I've never experienced before.

His lips trace my skin, leaving a burning trail down my neck, shoulders, and breasts. His hands hold me in place as he takes me without hesitation.

Something in me stirs, tightening with every thrust. It feels like I'm on the edge of breaking under him. I close my eyes, and I welcome it.

Then, I shatter, a scream tearing from my lips as the pleasure crashes over me. But he didn't stop.

My mind screams at me to end this, to walk away, that I'm done... but the thought of his pleasure, of what he's taking from me, is intoxicating.

I want to give him everything. I want him to feel this too, to lose himself in me the way I'm losing myself in him.

He flips me onto my stomach, sliding back inside swiftly, leaving me breathless.

The stretch burns, but it feels so incredibly good, the pain transforming into something I can't resist.

I only regain a semblance of clarity when I feel his lips grazing my neck; he is going to leave a Hickey that sends a sharp thrill through my body.

Then, a strange force pulses inside my head, and I scream, before the warmth of his release floods me.

I try to cling to my thoughts, but the pressure in my head makes it impossible to focus. Every effort to concentrate slips away.

His breath is hot near my ear and makes me dizzy; the warmth and the sound of his panting mix with the throbbing pressure in my head.

My mouth goes slack as my body becomes heavy, my limbs feeling like they're giving away. I reach for the pillow, but it slips from my grasp.

The world around me blurs, slipping into the edges of unconsciousness.

"You're..." His voice is deep and full of anger, whispering in my ear.

I gasp one last time, trying desperately to hold on to consciousness, but it's futile. I'm feeling incredibly sleepy...

"You."

He laughs. I struggle to keep my eyes open, but suddenly everything fades into darkness.

"You should have asked for my name. My name is..." he says, his voice distant, just before I lose all my senses.