Chapter 47: Arousal *R*
Myra, trapped between fury and the effects of the drug, felt herself respond in ways she couldn’t control. Her hands gripped his shoulders as her anger melted into something darker, something primal. She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin, breaths coming in shallow pants as she ground against him, a moan escaping her lips as desire overtook all reasoning.
Alan’s hands moved swiftly, tearing at her dress with a sense of urgency. Because it was an off-the-shoulder, fitted piece, there was no bra underneath—just her bare skin and a thong. His fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back, exposing her throat and chest to him as his other hand reached up to cup one of her breasts. He squeezed firmly, pinching her nipple between his fingers, causing Myra to moan loudly, arching into his touch. His mouth found her nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before he sucked on it, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Myra’s back arched off the bed, her fingers threading through his hair, pressing him closer.
"Ahhh! More, please! Give me more!" she gasped, her voice laced with desperation. She spread her legs, wrapping them tightly around Alan’s waist, her core pressing against his hardness, making him groan as he continued to suck, squeeze, and tease her nipple.
One of his hands slid from her breast, trailing down her torso until it reached the waistband of her thong. His fingers traced circles over the damp fabric, teasing her, and she whimpered, "Ahhh! Mmm! Just put it in already. I need you inside me. I feel so empty—I want you."
She unwrapped her legs, spreading them wider, inviting him in. Alan’s gaze traveled down her body, eyes darkened with lust as he knelt between her legs, taking in her disheveled, wanting form. "You look so damn beautiful, Myra," he murmured, tugging at her thong. "Take it off. I want to see you."
Without hesitation, Myra obeyed, hurriedly slipping off the delicate fabric and tossing it aside, leaving herself bare. She whimpered, her fingers trailing down toward her core, seeking relief. Alan’s eyes burned with intensity as he quickly shed his briefs, his hand stroking his own arousal as he watched her with an almost feral hunger. "Good. That’s my girl."
He gently moved her hand away, his fingers tracing along her slick heat before pressing down on her sensitive bud. Myra’s body jolted, and she moaned, "Ahhhh! Alan!"
Pushing her hips against his hand, she arched her back, head thrown back as one of his fingers slipped inside her. Alan’s thrusts were firm, relentless. He added another finger, then another, until he was working her with four, each stroke drawing soft, wet sounds as her arousal heightened. Myra’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her release approaching as her muscles tightened around him. With a scream, her climax overtook her, body shuddering as her essence spilled over his fingers.
Alan watched her come undone, his gaze filled with raw, unchecked hunger. Breathing heavily, he took her hand, guiding it to his length. "Look at how hard you make me," he rasped, voice thick with arousal. "I need to be inside you. Now."