Chapter 99

Meadow’s POV

If I thought I felt everything when Alaric fucked me in missionary style and when I rode his dick, I was wrong. 

Alaric slamming into me from behind made me feel every. Single. Fucking. Thing. Much deeper than ever. One hand remained on my hip, the other smacking my ass occasionally as he impaled me with his long, thick cock.

“Oh god!” I exclaimed, biting hard into the pillow as tears streamed down my face.

SMACK!

Alaric’s hand came down hard on my ass again and I gasped. “What did I tell you the last time, Meadow? Whose name did I ask you to call when I’m fucking you?”

My chest heaved as I tried to gather my thoughts—which was an impossible task with the way my husband was claiming me. Alaric pulled out of me, and I whimpered from how empty my core felt as it clenched around nothing. And then he yanked me up again by my hair until my back was resting against his chest.

I arched against him, moaning when hi