Meadow’s POV:

Alaric’s lips twitched. “Fucking love it when you call me that.” And then he claimed my mouth with his in a deep kiss, swallowing my whimper as he lined the blunt head of his cock against my entrance.

My heart was palpitating. I was scared, I was needy, I was nervous. He pushed inside my hole and the stretch burned almost instantly as my walls resisted his length.

“Oh god—” I gasped, my nails digging into his palm as my eyes watered.

This was nothing the toy he ...