Alora’s POVHis presence felt overwhelming, suffocating in the most intoxicating way, and I found myself holding my breath as he reached out, his fingers brushing against a loose strand of my red hair. Gently, he twisted it around his thumb and forefinger, like he used to do when we were younger, back when things were simpler, when things hadn’t spiraled into this madness. He would toy with my hair absentmindedly. But now, with his touch so close to me, the memory of those innocent times was clouded by the heat thrumming through my body, and all I could think about was how desperately I wanted those hands to be somewhere else.I quivered under his touch, and he noticed. Oh, he noticed. His smirk widened, a look of pure, wicked satisfaction crossing his face. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, how much control he had. He always did.He leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting across my skin as his fingers slid down, tracing the curve of my ear, then lower, brushing along the
Rune’s POVI crashed my lips onto Alora's with an intensity that had been building for days. Our tongues met, colliding in a fierce, heated battle, each of us trying to outdo the other. I could feel her determination, her eagerness, and it fueled my desire even more. There was a sense of pride swelling in my chest at how much she had grown, how much she had learned. I remember when she didn't know how to kiss. When she has no idea what to do with her tongue. Not anymore. After all, I was her first kiss, her first taste of passion, and now she could respond with a fervor that matched mine, dragging my hands across her skin, needing my touch as desperately as I needed to give it.Her body trembled under my hands as I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her jaw and to the soft skin of her neck. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my lips as I continued my descent, my hands kneading her breasts until her nipples hardened even more beneath my touch. Is it just me or are her boobs a
Rune’s POVI stood above her, naked, my body thrumming with anticipation. My cock ached, painfully hard as it bobbed in front of her, but it was her eyes that had me on edge. They were wide, dark with lust, and completely fixated on me. She swallowed hard, her lips parting as if she were about to say something, but nothing came out. The hunger in her gaze was palpable, and it sent a fresh wave of desire surging through me.I crawled back onto the bed, settling myself between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from her body. My hands slid up her thighs, caressing her soft skin as I leaned in close, my breath fanning against her ear. I could feel her trembling beneath me, her body completely open and vulnerable, but her eyes held that spark of defiance I had always loved."You want me, don't you?" I whispered, my voice rough with need. I traced my lips down her neck, planting soft kisses as I spoke. "I can see it in your eyes. You're dying for me to fuck you into oblivion."She shiv
Alora’s POVWe stayed like that for a while, Rune still inside me, his heavy breathing mingling with my own as the aftershocks of our orgasms slowly faded. My body hummed with a warm, languid satisfaction, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I had enjoyed having him inside me. The way he fit within me, as if he was made just for me, ignited something deep inside. Every inch of him felt familiar, perfect. And yet, even as that warmth spread through me, my thoughts veered toward something darker, something I had tried to suppress. This was what I wanted, right? Just sex. Nothing more, nothing less. This overwhelming desire that gripped me wasn’t because of some deep emotional bond; it was purely because of the pregnancy hormones. That’s all it was. I almost reached out to touch him, my fingers hovering inches above his skin, tempted by the heat radiating from his body. But I stopped myself, clenching my hand into a fist before pulling away entirely. I couldn’t afford to let
Rune’s POVThe hunger I felt for Alora was insatiable. No matter how many times I thrust into her, how many times I felt her walls tighten around me, it was never enough. Her body was addictive, a drug I couldn’t quit. Every inch of her was mine to claim, and I was determined to leave no part untouched. My grip on her hips tightened as I shifted her again, changing our position like a man possessed.I slid her up against the wall, her body trembling with the effort to keep up with my relentless pace. When I pushed into her from behind, she let out a scream that reverberated through the room, raw and uninhibited. The sound sent a surge of pride and desire coursing through me. Alora had always been composed, even when we fucked, but now... now, I had her unraveled, completely at my mercy.Her hands clawed at the wall, searching for something to hold onto as I pounded into her, her body shaking with each thrust. Her cries filled the air, and I couldn’t help but grin as I watched her l
Alora’s POV With a heavy sigh, I rolled away from Rune, my body still aching from the intensity of what had just transpired between us. For a moment, I stayed there, curled up on my side, the sheets tangled around me. This time, he didn’t stop me. He let me go, and didn't reach for me like before. The silence stretched on, heavy with unspoken words neither of us dared to voice. I could feel his presence lingering beside me for a while longer, the weight of his gaze almost palpable as it rested on my back. After a few moments, I heard him move, the bed shifting as he stood up. Every sound sharper than it should have been in the quiet room. I didn't turn around to look at him, my eyes fixed on the far wall, my mind swirling with thoughts I didn’t want to face. Part of me wanted to say something, to ask him what now, but the words lodged in my throat. What was I expecting? An apology? A confession? Something more than just the usual aftermath of our encounters? I wasn’t sure. I
Third person POVThe room was dimly lit, filled with the soft glow of candles that flickered with an eerie light. The air hummed with energy, thick and potent, as six witches hovered around a crystal ball. Their dark robes shifted and swirled as though caught in an unseen wind, the power simmering in the air almost tangible. Each of them held their gaze upon the vision in the crystal ball, watching intently as the image of Alora appeared—frail, broken, lying on the cold, hard floor of the dungeon. She was crying, her tears glistening in the dim light of her prison, and the sight sent a ripple of anger through the room.The witches exchanged glances, their faces twisted in a mix of fury, frustration, and something deeper, perhaps regret. The tension in the air grew thicker as the emotions of the coven rose. One of them, a tall, sharp-featured witch with jet-black hair and eyes that glowed with a fiery intensity, let out a scoff that broke the heavy silence. She wasn’t having this wh
Rune’s POVThe water cascaded down my body, the steam rising around me in thick tendrils as I stood in the shower, head tilted back. My hands rested on the tiled walls, but my mind was far away from the warmth enveloping me. I could still taste her—Alora—on my tongue. That intoxicating blend of sweetness and desire lingered in my mouth, teasing my senses like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. It burned into me, making my chest tighten with a raw need that refused to fade, even now. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her, flushed, trembling, and falling apart beneath my hands and mouth.I exhaled heavily, running a hand through my damp hair as the urge to bury myself between her thighs again grew overwhelming. The need was relentless, gnawing at me as I relived the sounds she made, the way her body tensed before shattering into pleasure.For a second, I felt something stir deep inside me, an odd sensation. Pleasing her... It had become something more than just getting myself off. It w