Salvation in the dark world came at his hands, looking into Alaric's eyes, I realised he'd always been right there melded into the very fabric of darkness, he ruled it. The monsters in my mind could not compete with the one currently holding my body like fine China.

Three fingers pulsed against the velvet lining of my core; I sucked in lung-fulls of air as the pleasure took control of my sanity. It was different this time, I was falling for this man, consequences be damned. I was his, entirely.

Nothing felt more perfect, more right than his body wrapped around mine like a shield... no like amour. "Please, Alaric, make me yours," I whispered, the heat of my tongue touching his.

Alaric moaned, it was deep and throaty, completely feral. I felt my body flush with need at his husky display of arousal alone. The man barely spoke and housed all of two expressions, but fuck could I read him like an open book. The fire in his eyes burned hot and heavy.

His clenched jaw, the only hold he had on control and those wicked lips, well they pressed against mind like beautiful fucking destruction.

The hand leisurely fucking my pussy, slipped out and I whimpered quietly at the emptiness.

"Eyes on me, Vaela," Alaric cautioned, his grave tone making it obvious that he would stop if my gaze shifted.

Like a good girl, I said, "eyes on you, Alaric."

And because I craved to hear his praise, I kept them on him the entire time. From the strained groan that left his lips when the tip of his cock touched my slick opening, to the moan that I pressed into his skin when it first entered me.

I watched as he stole inch after inch of my body, painting it his. "So full..." I murmured, unable to comprehend how any more of him could fit inside me, but the strain and stretch were welcomed.

"Good girl, taking me so well." Alaric complimented me, stroking my face with his free hand. He cupped my jaw and spoke to my soul, "full of me, sweetheart, nothing else, never anyone else."

The promise in his words was holy. A baptism exuding all the sins, all the touches of the men that had stolen a young girl's virtue. I cried out as he pulled his cock almost all the way out and then slammed it back inside. "More." I bite through clenched teeth.

It was exhilarating, liberating fucking white dots flashed before my eyes as my heart freed itself. The scars on my body sang with need and desire, they craved his touch, his cleansing. I wanted him everywhere, etched to my body until there was no differentiation between where he ended, and where I began.

Holding his face between my hands, I began rocking against him, setting a pace. Alaric growled and I smiled. He walked us from the icy lake, the chill in the air long forgotten as our naked bodies rested against the damp soil.

Alaric cared little for the mud or small bites of rock beneath him. He sat me atop his lap like it was my throne, and then he gripped my hips and rode my body against his. I could feel my wetness drip between us, pooling over his skin, covering him in our pleasure.

With each thrust, I opened welcoming him deeper, harder, until I was completely impaled on his long, thick muscle. The sounds that left me, held no finesse or grace. Everything about this moment from our sounds to positioning was raw, desperate, and fucking delicious.

It came without warning, the euphoric ruin of my climax. I came harder than I'd thought humanely possible. My legs shook as the tremors wracked my entire body. I could feel the muscles in my walls flutter against his length, milking him as he fucked me into sweet oblivion.

Alaric didn't give me time to come down. With an ungodly groan, his hand clasped tightly to the back of my neck, and he slammed his lips against mine. He fucked my mouth with his tongue while his cock mimicked the action below.

His grip on my neck was the punishing anchor that kept me with him when his eyes could not. When Alaric came, it was with a roar. His body jerked as the orgasm ripped through him. We were a tangle of limbs and harsh breaths. I'd never seen anything as beautiful as Alaric Windsor coming apart beneath me.

Hot, sticky cum dripped out of me. His seed coated the inside of my thighs and his balls. He didn't move, just held me tightly as his body still shook from the intensity of his orgasm. "Life's beautiful wrapped around you, Vaela." He praised, brushing his lips with mine once more.

Moments passed and soon the heat from our bodies simmered. I shivered inching closer to his chest. Concern flashes behind dark irises before his jacket was wrapped around my body, "told you more clothes." Alaric quipped.

I chuckled, the sound came out breathy courtesy to the unforgiving wind and lingering desire, "Mhmm, yes sir." Then I moved to stand.

Alaric followed. He pulled his boxers and trousers up, hiding the colourful designs inked on his skin, I couldn't help the sigh of disappointment that escaped me. Alaric only looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I held back from rolling my eyes, this man knew me too well.

He knew my body was sore and tender, that I could still feel his cock stretching my pussy, so as the flush coated my chest and cheeks, I quickly dressed. Alaric wrapped his jacket around my fully clothed state and took my hand, he led us back through the forest along a barely existent trail.

Once we arrived back at the house, Alaric dropped the basket by the back door. He lifted me into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his torso. It felt different now, he no longer seemed like someone who was simply worried about my safety, no this was affection, desire for the woman in me. Walking us through the house, he stopped at the bathroom.

Placing me on the basin, Alaric turned on the shower, steam soon filled the space. He removed his clothes, exposing himself completely before helping me with mine. Our mud-stained attire sat on the faded tiles like a reminder that he now owned another part of me.

Alaric washed my hair and body like he'd done multiple times during the week, except this time he did not stand outside the shower clothed... this time he was right there, his wet naked body pressing into mine. His cock lengthened and I bit my lower lip, turning around I brushed my ass against him.

"Vaela..." He reprimanded, tense and restrained.

I looked over my shoulder and blinked up at him, a small smile gracing my lips, "yes, Alaric?"

He softened at this, noticing a part of my soul returning. "You are sore, no more playing," though he said this, his arms wrapped around my body while his fingers played with my folds and clit.

Sighing, I rested against him.

Somewhere in between a small ripple of orgasms, Alaric washed my hair and dried our bodies. We spent the rest of the day wrapped in one another, watching a sitcom and to Alaric's greatest pleasure, eating.

"Do you always wash people?" I asked as he wrapped me in a blanket and tucked me against his body that night.

His minty breath surrounded us, "no."

I smiled, his response sending an unfamiliar pulse from my heart to my extremities. "Good." I praised, acknowledging how happy that small confession made me. "Good, only me, nobody else," I repeated his words. 

A satisfied hum came from behind me, moving through his chest and seeping into my back. Thick, muscular arms tightened around my form. And, like that wrapped in his protection and warmth, sleep stole my consciousness. 

There were no nightmares, no scary men, nothing... Nothing, except for Alaric's shadows carrying me through my dreams.

* *

It was uncomfortable, all the eyes, they watched me as I moved from class to class. Whispers about my mother and where I must've been the past week. I wanted to scream.

They weren't curious or even worried. They were all fucking vultures, wanting a piece of gossip that would satisfy their need for God knows what. The town's whore and her daughter... I refused to give them anything, especially the satisfaction of a reaction from me.

Somehow the morning passed, class by class.

Lincoln found me at lunch. His large body took up the entire space of the bench. He didn't speak, didn't offer me the usual comfort he usually did. It made me nervous. I looked up and stared at his blue eyes.

"I'm sorry," I said before he could say anything. He'd tried reaching me but I'd been took broken, too void to respond.

Lincoln's frown deepened, "Not one call, not even a text, Vae. I thought she'd fucking killed you... And when I came to check on you-" He cut himself off, hissing the end of his sentence.

Did he come to check on me?

"What... when did you come?" I asked confused, because throughout the entire week, no one had come to the cabin, not even my mother... I still wasn't sure how to react to her, wasn't sure my body was ready for her intrusion.

Something told me Alaric kept her away, I was grateful.

Linc's hands ran through his thick blonde hair before he snapped his attention back to mine, "Mr. Windsor opened your front door, Vaela..."