Fallen 24

Fallen 24 Summary

eadow feels completely overwhelmed and frozen as Alaric suddenly takes control, lifting her onto the marble countertop. His touch is intense and commanding, stirring a fierce desire within her despite her initial shock. Alaric’s actions are deliberate and possessive, as he slowly undresses her and explores her body with a mix of tenderness and hunger.

 

As Meadow lies exposed, vulnerability and anticipation flood her senses. Alaric’s fierce gaze and slow, deliberate movements heighten the tension between them. He surprises her by bringing a stool to the counter and positioning himself to pleasure her intimately, showing a deep and raw desire that leaves Meadow breathless and overwhelmed.

 

Throughout the encounter, Meadow experiences a whirlwind of emotions—fear, excitement, and surrender—all underlined by Alaric’s commanding presence and careful reassurance. His words and actions make it clear he wants to give her everything she desires, and Meadow’s consent and longing grow as he continues to pleasure her.

 

The chapter ends with Meadow completely undone by the intensity of the moment, her body trembling and mind reeling. Alaric’s dark, smoldering look and gentle touch confirm his promise to fulfill her deepest wants, leaving the scene charged with raw passion and unspoken commitment.

CHAPTER 0024

Meadow’s Perspective:

In an instant, my mind went completely blank—every coherent thought vanished like smoke in the wind.

I found myself frozen, unable to move an inch.

Breathing became a struggle, shallow and ragged.

Alaric’s words reverberated through my mind, echoing like a solemn vow I couldn’t ignore.

And the worst part? He hadn’t even given me a moment to question what he’d just said.

“Wait—” I gasped, startled, as his powerful arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me effortlessly as if I weighed nothing at all. My thighs brushed the cool, smooth surface of the marble countertop as he gently settled me on it, as though I belonged there.

A fierce pulse throbbed deep within me, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs while Alaric’s fingers traced slow, lazy circles across my bare thighs. He was burning hot—dangerously so.

I swallowed hard, pressing both palms flat against the countertop, trying desperately to steady my breath. “Alaric…” I whispered, but my words faltered.

Before I could gather my thoughts, he leaned in, lips gliding softly over the sensitive skin along my jawline and neck. Alaric kissed every inch of me except my lips, and the curiosity of why burned inside me fiercely. Yet, in that moment, I didn’t care.

My head tilted back as a low moan escaped me, his five o’clock shadow grazing my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

He pulled away slightly, his deep ink-blue eyes—almost black—locking onto mine as he whispered, “Tell me to stop.”

I didn’t say a word.

Because the truth was, I never wanted him to stop.

“I don’t want you to,” I breathed, voice barely audible.

The instant those words left my lips, it felt like I was handing Alaric permission to unravel me completely. And judging by the darkening depths of his gaze, he was more than ready to do just that.

“Lie back,” he ordered, his tone firm and commanding, leaving no space for argument or hesitation. Just like before—in the car—he was determined to give me exactly what I craved.

But only on his own terms.

I obeyed, reclining against the marble, heat pooling low in my belly and spreading between my thighs at the thought of what was coming next.

“I love how obedient you are when you want something from me,” he murmured roughly, fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts and panties. Slowly, he slid them down my legs, and instinctively, I lifted my hips just enough to help him.

I still wore a tank top, but with my entire lower half exposed to Alaric, a wave of vulnerability and anticipation washed over me.

“Oh God, this is a terrible idea,” I thought, beginning to close my legs—but he scolded me sharply.

“Keep them open, Meadow,” he said, spreading my thighs apart with deliberate slowness. “Keep them open for me.”

From my position, I couldn’t see his face clearly without straining my neck or sitting up, but I sensed that Alaric wouldn’t want me to move.

So, I stayed still, heart pounding loudly in my ears, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

For what felt like an eternity, Alaric was silent, and doubt crept in, making me wonder if I’d misread everything. Then suddenly, he appeared beside me.

The look in his eyes stole my breath away.

“Fucking hell, Meadow,” he whispered, his expression raw, as if he was battling an internal storm. But it wasn’t agony—it was desire, fierce and unrelenting.

He looked as if he wanted nothing more than to claim me right there, then.

I wished he would.

But knowing Alaric, I doubted he ever would.

“Just look at you,” he breathed, his hand grazing my waist before slowly lifting the hem of my tank top.

“Lift up for me.”

I sat up briefly, and he pulled the top off completely.

Now, I was utterly exposed—laid out like a feast before Alaric Ashford.

I turned my head to glance at him, but his eyes were no longer on my face.

He took his time, savoring every inch of me. His gaze roamed my body like a starving man before a banquet, determined to leave no part untouched.

Then, unexpectedly, he did something I never anticipated.

He grabbed a stool.

Yes, a stool.

And dragged it over to the edge of the counter—the very edge where my most intimate parts were exposed to him.

“Alaric, w-what are you doing?” I stammered, surprise flooding my voice.

He looked at me as if I’d asked the most ridiculous question.

“I’m doing exactly what I promised, Meadow—eating you out.”

He lowered himself onto the stool, and my breath caught in my throat. He hadn’t even touched me yet, and already my body trembled with anticipation.

I gasped sharply when his hands gripped the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer to the counter’s edge. Then, he began trailing kisses from my ankles upward, his lips warm and tender against my skin.

“Alaric…” I whimpered, my voice fragile.

“It’s okay, baby,” he murmured, breath hot against me. “I’m not going to hurt you. Just relax, alright?”

“Okay,” I whispered, though inside my thoughts were spiraling out of control. This wasn’t like before in the car—this was something altogether more intimate, more intense.

He chuckled softly. “I’d tell you to focus on my mouth, but I have a feeling you don’t need to.”

His lips continued their journey, alternating between my thighs with slow, deliberate kisses.

My hips jerked involuntarily when his warm breath finally brushed against my sex.

Alaric chuckled darkly, planting soft kisses near my pelvis, savoring the moment like a man tasting a long-awaited meal.

“Just look at this pussy,” he whispered roughly, and a sharp gasp escaped me. “So pink, so wet, so fucking beautiful, baby. You want my mouth on this?”

I nodded, unable to form words.

“Use your words, Meadow.”

“Yes,” I managed, barely recognizing my own voice. “I want your mouth on me.”

“Good girl,” he growled, lowering his mouth to my core.

The moment his tongue touched me, my world tilted.

“Oh—” I gasped, breath hitching.

His lips were soft but his mouth was firm, focused. His tongue flicked over my clit, teeth grazing lightly now and then. Alaric didn’t rush; he savored every inch, making sure no part of me was left untouched.

“Alaric…” I moaned.

It was overwhelming. I arched my back, trying instinctively to pull away, but his grip on my thighs was ironclad—I was utterly at his mercy.

My hand shot up to tangle in his hair, and he groaned low against me.

“That’s more like it, baby. Don’t hold back.”

I felt the vibration of his voice deep inside me and let out a loud, desperate moan.

But Alaric didn’t relent.

His tongue teased, circled, flicked, and I panted uncontrollably, hips twitching beneath his firm hold. His strength reminded me just how completely I was his.

Soon, my body began to climb toward the edge, pleasure flooding my senses until I thought I might lose my mind.

“Alaric,” I gasped, vision blurring. “I—”

“I know, baby,” he whispered against my skin. “I know.”

My head fell back against the cold marble, though my skin burned with heat. His tongue swept over my clit again and again, pulling back just enough each time to make me chase the sensation.

He was playing with me—his food.

I whimpered, begging silently, aware my mouth moved but unable to hear the sound.

Never before had I felt anything like this.

“Stay with me,” he growled, mouth hot and slick against me. “Give it to me, Meadow. I want all of it.”

I was right there—teetering on the edge, burning alive.

And then—

“Come for me, baby.”

Those words ignited something fierce inside me.

My thighs clenched tightly around his head. My fingers dug into his hair. And I shattered completely.

The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, overwhelming every fiber of my being.

I wish I could say Alaric stopped then.

But he didn’t.

He held his mouth to me, tasting every drop of my release as if it belonged to him. True to his word, he kept going even as my legs trembled uncontrollably.

When the storm finally passed, I was left breathless and still, unable to speak or move—just staring up at the ceiling as the aftershocks rippled through me.

Alaric rose slowly, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, looking dangerously irresistible in the dim kitchen light. His eyes darkened as they landed on me—a wrecked, flushed, trembling mess sprawled across his marble countertop.

“Like I said,” he murmured, pulling me into a sitting position. His knuckles brushed gently along my jaw, filled with a burning desire. “I want to give you whatever you want.”