Meadow’s POV:

“Oh my God,” I moaned, my back arching as Alaric drove into me, deep and nonstop.

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide as he fucked me into the mattress like he owned me. Like he always had.

I couldn’t breathe or think.

I could only feel his thick length stretching me, his name falling from my lips like a desperate prayer, the sound of his skin slapping mine, and the way I clenched around him like I wanted more.

Because I did.

“Alaric,” I whimpered, ...