The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 173 [Evelyn's POV] | wasn't entirely prepared for the nerve-pinching pain that accompanied Alexander's movements. Of course, | wasn't completely naive about the whole situation. A while back, | had done some research on the matter. | knew well enough that there would be a bit of discomfort in the beginning. Then again, | wasn't prepared for that particular spurt of pain that shot through me like a raging tear. It pinched for a good few moments and then a subtle burn came after.

The only thing that was keeping my mind distracted from the tender irritation was the feeling of being so full. There was average, then there was big, and then there was Alexander. Jesus Christ. | felt the tip of him brushing against my cervix with every shuddering breath. The feeling was enough to make me forget about a lot of things. Like how | was completely on display for him-not a single ounce of me was covered up Not to mention that my breathing had become utterly erratic. Something caused Alexander to shift, making me feel the slight drag of his cock "Ahh," | hissed.

---- The pain was all but gone. Alll that remained now was a sweet, delicious ache that demanded to be satiated. Alexander's eyes filled with worry. "I'm sorry-" "No, oh my God...Do it again," | whimpered. "You're sure?" | frantically nodded my head and practically begged him. "Move. | need you to move." He didn't waste another second. Alexander slowly pulled out no more than halfway before steadily pressing back in. My bottom lip trembled open as all the air was knocked from my lungs. An embarrassingly loud keening moan slipped from my mouth. Alexander kept a slow, steady pace.

My back arched off the bed, trying to desperately get closer. Alexander let out a rugged groan that sent chills down my spine. "Fuck, look at you," he rasped. "You're taking me so well." "Please," | breathed. He kept his pace steady and just a bit too slow to allow the ache within me to grow. An appreciative smile spread across his face. "Tell me what you ---- need, sweetheart. I'l give it to you." "Faster," | begged. "Oh my God, please. Faster!" Alexander grabbed both of my ankles and brought them over his shoulders. My eyes locked on to his muscled, chiseled chest.

" Hold on to something." I thoughtlessly grabbed a hold of the bed sheets around me, hoping it was enough. His fiery gaze was filled with unyielding heat. A second later, | was being met with hard, punishing thrusts that knocked my whole body back into the bed. "Holy sh-shit," | cried out. "Alexander!" | tried to meet each one of his thrusts as best as | could. | could feel a thin sheen of sweat beginning to cover my skin. My muscles were absolutely straining but Alexander remained unwavering. The man was ruthless. The hot, sizzling pressure at my core was climbing higher and higher.

He reached out to curl a hand around my cheek. "My perfect girl, | can feel you tightening around me," he husked. He leaned down to steal my lips in a long, searing kiss. "You're getting close." The sounds that were coming out of me were unrecognizable. But, God, | didn't care. Every time he'd thrust his hips, he'd hit that same sweet hidden spot inside of me that made me see ---- stars. "Ah. Ah. Ah. A-Alexander..." The feeling of it was astronomically addictive. It was like | never wanted him to stop. It was an insane thought, | knew.

But it really made me wonder how | had gone that long without ever having experienced it before. "Come for me, that's it," he urged. My whole body shook and spasmed uncontrollably as a silent cry tore from my chest. It was by far the strongest orgasm I'd ever experienced and it kept going and going. Alexander kept his movements at the same lethal pace, never letting up until he let out a muffled groan and finally slowed the manic drag of his hips.