Destroy My Life In You
Chapter 78: Losing Control [R18]

Chapter 78: Losing Control [R18]

The room was bathed in soft, golden rays of the sun filtering through the windows. The air between them grew thicker with an unspoken tension. Ravenna, still straddling Alaric, met his gaze with unwavering confidence. A teasing smirk played on her lips as she traced the angles of his jaw before gliding her fingers down to his chest. Biting her lower lip, she rubbed herself on his manhood, earning a deep groan from his.

Alaric inhaled deeply, his grip on her waist tightening ever so hard. His eyes were darker than hell as he locked them into hers, holding back his hunger.

"You are staring too much," Ravenna whispered, tilting her head.

Alairc smirked, his thumb brushing slow circles against her bare hip. "I can’t help it." His voice was husky, laced with restrained desires. "You’re fucking breathtaking."

She bit her lip, placing a quick yet seductive bite on his lip, then smiled. "Smooth talker."

"Only with you," he admitted, his fingers slowly trailing up her spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She let out a low yelp, pressing herself against him, leaving no space between them. "Are you sure you... can do it?"

Ravenna leaned closer, brushing her lips against his, then spoke, "Do I like someone who can’t?" Her voice was laced with challenge, her body pressing closer, deliberately rubbing her core against him.

Alaric exhaled sharply, squeezing her butt. "You are playing with fire."

Her smirk widened watching him lose his control. "Then burn me."

Without haste, she held one of his hand with purpose, leading him exactly where she wanted: her dripping entrance. There was no hesitation in her movements, no uncertainty, only bold confidence, as they both trembled and shivered in each other’s arms. She set the pace, making sure he did everything she wanted.

Alaric let her lead, following her cues with a quiet intensity. Her folds were dripping wet, making him almost want to pin her down and take here there and then. The slower she made him rub her softness, the harder it became for him to hold back. Her sweet moans were not helping either but he felt satisfied hearing them.

Ravenna gradually let go of his arm, letting him pleasure her. His finger skillfully went in and out, as her muscles tensed.

"Alaric..." Her breath became ragged, feeling an overwhelming sensation build up to a sudden peak, followed by a wave of release. Her body trembled as aftershock rippled through.

Without a warning, Alaric lifted her hip slightly and pushed his shaft inside her slippy folds.

"Fuck!" A curse escaped his mouth as he tried to hold himself back from being rough with her. His grip on her tightened.

Ravenna on the other hand threw her head back slightly, taking in his whole length. She felt full and instinctively, she started moving, in a slow pace at first. Her movements were tortuous, Alaric’s groans a proof of her provocations.

"You are torturing me, love," he murmured, his voice strained.

Ravenna smirked, as she grabbed his hair, quickening her movements. Their sounds filled the room, lost in their own world of pleasure.

Alaric’s control snapped. He held her firmly and continued the pumping, in and out, like a beast he was. His movements were anything but soft. They stared at each other, their heavy breath mingled, filled with an urgency of finding release.

Ravenna felt the sensation build up again, while Alaric’s rod grew bigger inside her. A tight coil of heat winded deep, every pump amplifying the pleasure, which they felt together.

Their vision blurred slightly, the world narrowing down to the pure, throbbing pleasure consuming them.

They embraced each other tightly, savouring the aftershock with tremble.

When their breath finally slowed, bodies still intertwined, Alaric’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk, yet carrying a hint of hunger.

"You don’t look wrecked at all," Ravenna murmured, fingers ghosting over his collarbone.

Alaric let out a low chuckle, "We are just getting started."

In a whim, he lifted her, his shaft still inside her, and changed their position, making her lie on the couch. He leaned down hovering over her, and captured her kiss into a long passionate kiss, before he slowly started moving inside her again.

The air around became thicker and thicker. Alaric lifted her legs placing them over his shoulder, as he throbbed and lurched inside her, pressing against the softest parts of her. His rod swelled inside her, stretching her inner muscles. Alaric’s movement became rough and harder.

"Aah... Alaric. Please." Ravenna cried out loud feeling like her insides were being ripped away.

Alaric seemed dead to her screams and even thrust deeper and deeper, as her wails became louder. He was lost in pleasure and now that he was in full control, there was no way he would show mercy on her. Thinking if how he had suffered under arms. His thrusts became rapid and untamed.

Ravenna felt tears flow from the edge of her eyes, from the sweet torture. It was pain and pleasure at the same time.

With one last thrust, Alaric let put a loud groan, his hodling tightening on her, as his could hardly stand the pleasure. He emptied himself inside her before collapsing on top of her.

Ravenna closed her eyes in exhaustion and wanted to take a nap, but his manhood inside her swelled again.

"Alaric..." She called out, but her words were cut short when he removed his shaft inside her and made her lie on her back. As he had said earlier, they were just getting started. He would not leave her any time soon.

He penetrated inside her from behind, thrusting hard and deep. His sharp breathing could be heard from behind, as well as his groans, calling out her name.

Ravenna regretted ever provoking him but now, it was too late. She could resist him let alone get herself out of this situation.

Alaric pinned her neck from behind, pushing himself even deeper, making her limbs go limp, as he came inside her over and over again.

She had already lost count of how many times he flooded her with his seven, all she could feel was the stickiness between her legs, as the liquid flowed out every time his shaft went out.

Not sure after how long, she faintly heard his voice calling out her name, but her vision was already darkened as she lost consciousness.

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Ravenna stirred at the gentle warmth against her skin, the steady rhythm of soft breaths brushing over her ear.

"You are awake," a deep voice, laced with amusement, cut through the fog of her mind.

Ravenna’s eyelashes fluttered as she blinked, her vision adjusting to the dim lighting of the room. The warmth surrounding her was none other than Alaric, his muscular arms wrapped around her waist, his chest pressed against her back.

She stirred slightly, only to wince as a dull ache coarsed through her body. Her legs felt sore and every muscle in her body screwed in protest.

Alaric chuckled, clearly noticing her reaction. "Can’t move?" He teased, his lips grazing her ear.

Ravenna shot him a glare over her shoulder. "Who’s fault do you think that is?"

He smirked, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I remember you being enthusiastic."

Ravenna huffed, attempting to wiggle out of his grasp, but Alaric’s hold tightened. He nuzzled into her neck, planting a soft kiss on her shoulder before reluctantly loosening his grip.

"You need a bath so you can relax," he murmured, brushing hair stands away from her pale face. "You smell like me."

Ravenna rolled her eyes. "That’s because you drenched me in your..."

He cut her off by pressing a low, lingering kiss on her lips. When he pulled back, amusement danced in his eyes. "Come on," he said smoothly, lifting her into his arms effortlessly.

"No. I can do it myself," She refused abruptly.

"You can?" Alaric asked, restraining a smile.

Ravenna gave up, and willingly let him carry her into the bathroom.

"You can leave now," She instantly wanted to drive him away the moment he placed her down.

"I’ll help you."

"No! My hands are working just fine."

"_"

"Alaric! Don’t... You...!"

She firmly refuted but he only silently listened to her, but never heeded any of her warnings.

And true to his word, he helped her in several ways. The sound of the running water was mixed with their moans and groans for the next one hour. By the time they got out of the bathroom, Ravenna had fainted again and this time, he did feel guilty for exhausting her. She was too inciting that he could not resist having her over and over. Her sweet mouth calling out his name every time she found release made it even harder to control himself. If only had she not provoked him earlier, maybe he wouldn’t have been so hard. Nevertheless, he felt proud of himself.

Later, he made sure she was sleeping comfortably before giving her a last glance and left the room. He needed to unpack their luggage and also make her something to eat. She would probably be hungry when she woke up.