The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 172 Her face was deeply flushed from feeling so exposed. Her pouty lips were still somewhat puffy from all the kisses they shared. She was a true vision. Her voice came out shaky. "You're wearing far too many clothes," she told him Alexander smirked and pulled himself off the bed. His eyes never left her as he began removing his shirt and then onto his pants. He heard her quietly hiss when his hands came upon the waistband of his black boxers. He pulled the fabric away, letting his fully strained erection spring free.

Evelyn gripped her hold on the bedding unable to pull her gaze away from the large appendage that hung heavily between his wide legs There was just no way something like that was going to fit inside of her. Alexander must have read her mind because he knelt down on the bed and placed himself beside her. "We're going to take this slow, okay?" She nodded her head. " First and foremost, you are to tell me exactly what you're okay with or not. If you want to stop, at any given time, then we stop. Understand?" ---- Again, she nodded her head. "Yes." "Good," he hummed.

He cupped her breasts while leaning down to take one of her pebbled nipples between his lips. Evelyn's breathing gradually became inconsistent when Alexander lazily dragged his hand down the length of her body. A broken whine came from her throat when he slipped his hand between her thighs. He ran his fingers over her slit, gathering the slick wetness that pooled. "As much as | want to taste you again, | need to get you ready for me," he said roughly. "Spread your legs a little more for me. That's it.

Perfect." He circled her wet entrance and steadily pressed only one finger through her folds. Evelyn gasped, her eyes fluttered closed as she tried to get used to the foreign sensation. "Alright?" he asked quietly against the crook of her neck. "Y-Yes," she hissed. "More." Alexander added another finger and started to curl them both within her tight channel. Evelyn squirmed against the bed, pressing further into his hand. When it came time for him to add a third finger, she was practically gasping. ---- "Ughhn! P-Please!" "Tell me what you want." "You!" "You already have me," he chuckled.

"Be more specific. Come on. Use your words, sweetheart." Her features pinched together with a deep frustration. Oh, God. Was he seriously going to make her say it? She bit down on her tongue and muffled a curse. "I want...| want your cock." "Good girl," he growled. Without further wait, Alexander re-situated himself between her legs. She watched him take his sizable length in his hand and give himself several tentative strokes. His own breathing grew ragged as he proceeded to press the head of his cock at her entrance. Evelyn braced herself for the expected intrusion.

Her muscles clenched and jittered upon feeling him sink into her. "Jesus fucking Christ," Alexander snarled. "Evelyn, baby, look at me." ---- She'd been so focused on the feeling of him inching deeper, she hadn't even realized that she'd scrunched her eyes shut and turned her face away. "Tell me what you feel," he ordered softly. Pain. The moment he entered her, every nerve in her body coiled and strained. There was a sharp burning sensation that tore through her. "It hurts," she whispered weakly. Small tears dotted her eyes.

Once he came to be fully seated within her, he stopped Alexander cupped her jaw and gave her a promising look. "It won't last long. Do you want us to stop?" "No," she answered swiftly. "Just...Just let me get used to you."