Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 172: Sweet Desires

Ace POV

Hearing those words spill from her lips nearly snapped my control.

I lifted my head, my lips glistening with her arousal, and met her desperate gaze.

Her pupils were blown wide, her skin flushed, her body trembling with need.

"Fuck, Ace, I need your cock," she whined, rolling her hips up toward me, seeking friction, seeking more—more than I’d given her.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, smirking darkly. "You’re insatiable, aren’t you?"

Elena growled, grabbing at me, but I pinned her wrists above her head in one swift move, hovering over her.

"Use your words, baby. Tell me exactly what you need."

She licked her lips, her breath shaky. "I need you inside me. Now."

Fuck.

I let go of her hands, sitting back just enough to yank my belt loose and shove my pants down. My cock was already throbbing, hard, aching for her.

Elena’s eyes zeroed in on it, hunger flashing through them as she reached between us and wrapped her fingers around me.

Shit.

I groaned, my head tipping back as she stroked me, teasing, her grip tight and perfect.

But I wasn’t about to let her be the one in control.

Not this time.

I grabbed her thighs and yanked her to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide.

Then, without warning, I slammed into her, sinking all the way to the hilt.

"Fuck!" she screamed, her back arching, her nails digging into my shoulders as I stretched her wide, deep, completely.

I didn’t give her time to adjust.

I started moving, fast, hard, relentless, my hips pounding into her, filling her over and over until the only sound in the room was the slap of skin and our ragged moans.

And still—she wanted more.

Elena was fucking relentless.

Before I could fully process what was happening, she rolled us over, straddling me like she was born to take control.

Her hair cascaded down her back, her eyes wild with unquenched desire, and fuck—I’d never seen anything sexier.

She sat up just enough to yank my pants down the rest of the way, freeing me completely, her fingers wrapping around my cock as she lined herself up.

"No teasing," she muttered, voice breathless, desperate.

Then, without warning, she sank down onto me.

Tight. Hot. Drenched.

A guttural groan ripped from my throat, my fingers gripping her hips so hard I knew I’d leave bruises.

"Fuck, Elena."

She gasped, her back arching as she took all of me, seating me so deep inside her that I could feel her walls pulsing, clenching around me.

Then she started moving.

Slow at first—just grinding down, rolling her hips, dragging pleasure through every inch of me.

But that wasn’t enough for her.

With a low growl, she planted her hands on my chest, lifted her hips, and started riding me hard.

Fast. Desperate. Wild.

Her breasts bounced with every movement, her nails scraping down my abs as she slammed herself down onto me, over and over, chasing her high.

I could feel how greedy she was for it.

How fucking insatiable.

And I was losing my goddamn mind.

I sat up suddenly, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me as I thrust up into her.

She cried out, her head dropping back as she took it all, her body tightening around me, squeezing, milking me.

"More," she begged, her breath hot against my lips. "Fuck, Ace—more."

And fuck if I wasn’t gonna give it to her.

She was ravenous, her body taking and demanding like a woman possessed, and fuck—who was I to deny her?

I flipped us again, pinning her beneath me, pressing her wrists above her head as I drove into her deep and hard.

Her back arched, her mouth parting with a silent scream as my hips slammed against hers, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room.

"More," she gasped, writhing beneath me, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me deeper.

I gritted my teeth, the pleasure almost unbearable, but still, she wasn’t satisfied.

"Harder," she demanded, her nails digging into my back. "Faster."

Fuck.

I shifted, grabbed her legs, and folded them up to her chest, pinning her open as I drove in deeper, rougher, harder.

"Fuck—Ace—" she cried out, her head thrashing against the pillows.

"That what you wanted, princess?" I growled, my fingers digging into her thighs as I pounded into her mercilessly.

She was soaked, clenching around me, her body taking every brutal thrust like she’d never get enough.

But she wasn’t breaking.

I could feel it—no matter how rough, how deep, how much I gave her, she still needed more.

Her hands gripped my wrists, her nails biting into my skin as her eyes blazed with something dark, something insatiable.

"More," she pleaded again, her voice a breathy whimper. "Please—don’t stop—"

I pulled out abruptly, flipping her onto her stomach before she could protest.

A sharp gasp left her lips as I yanked her hips up, forcing her onto all fours.

"You want more?" I growled, gripping her ass, spreading her open.

She moaned, pushing back against me, desperate. "Yes. Please."

I didn’t hesitate.

I slammed back into her, a rough, punishing thrust that had her crying out, her fingers twisting into the sheets.

I fucked her like an animal, my hands gripping her hips so tight I knew there’d be bruises.

And still—it wasn’t enough.

She met every thrust, her body shaking, trembling, begging for more.

She should have been spent.

She should have broken apart by now.

But she wasn’t.

Whatever Kane was emitting through their mate bond was powerful—too powerful.

And fuck, I couldn’t deny it—I loved it.

Every time I buried myself deep inside Elena, every time she cried my name, every time she clawed at me for more, Kane felt it.

Every single thrust. Every single moan.

He was suffering.

And it was delicious.

The assassination attempt had failed, but I didn’t give a damn. Kane was still hurting, breaking piece by piece, drowning in the agony of betrayal.

Because it wasn’t just anyone fucking his mate.

It was me.

And I was going to make damn sure he felt every second of it.

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