Fallen 34 Summary
Alaric is struggling with intense emotions as he confronts Meadow’s willingness to go to extreme lengths to stop him from killing Tyler. Despite his anger at her lack of a clear reason, her whispered words awaken a deep, unspoken part of him. He senses that Meadow is too innocent and unprepared for what is about to happen, yet she is determined.
Their interaction becomes charged with tension as Alaric gently touches Meadow’s face and neck, teasing her about punishment. Meadow, surprisingly bold, suggests she is willing to accept consequences for sins she might not have committed, provoking a dark amusement in Alaric. He acknowledges her provocations, noting her rebellious acts and his desire to punish her, but hints that his methods are far from ordinary.
Alaric’s desire intensifies as he leans closer, his words and touches stirring strong reactions in both of them. He reveals that his punishments are not gentle and hints at using his belt, a symbol of a more severe discipline. Meadow’s nervousness and curiosity mix with a growing anticipation, as Alaric asserts that no one has ever touched her the way he has and that she doesn’t fully understand what she’s asking for.
The tension peaks as Alaric warns Meadow that this is her only chance to back out, describing the intense mix of pain and pleasure she might experience. Despite the danger, Meadow stands firm, agreeing to be his “good girl” and accept his punishment in exchange for sparing Tyler. Alaric is both surprised and intrigued by her resolve, and as he prepares to begin, the charged atmosphere promises a transformative and intense encounter between them.
CHAPTER 0034
Alaric’s Perspective:
Damn it all.
I should have been furious—furious that Meadow was willing to go this far just to stop me from killing that bastard, yet she couldn’t even offer a proper reason not to. And yeah, it pissed me off like hell.
But then she whispered those words—words that struck a chord deep inside me, one no one else could ever reach, not even her. They awakened something in me I wasn’t ready to reveal, yet I could hear it calling out, pulling me closer.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Meadow wasn’t prepared for this—not yet.
I raised my hand, gently cupping her face, my thumb tracing the soft curve of her cheek. “You don’t have the slightest idea what you’re asking for, Meadow.”
She drew in a shaky breath, trembling under my touch. I could already feel the tightness in my pants growing.
Too innocent.
Way too damn innocent.
“I think I do,” she murmured, lowering her hands from my shoulders and bowing her head slightly, as if trying to hide from me.
“Do tell,” I said quietly, shifting my hand from her cheek to the nape of her neck. I squeezed gently, and she lifted her gaze, her bottom lip quivering just enough that I caught it—only because I was watching her so closely.
This woman was going to drive me insane.
She swallowed hard. “Spanking me…” Her voice faltered, uncertain, like she was guessing what I might want to do.
I leaned in a little, lowering my voice as I watched her wide, innocent eyes. A low, dark chuckle escaped me before I could stop it.
“There are plenty of other beautiful ways I could punish you,” I said, my fingers playing with the strands at the back of her head. “But say I’m giving you a spanking… are you really willing to atone for a sin you didn’t commit?” Her eyes fluttered in response. “How noble of you, Meadow. But what makes you think I’d accept that?”
She rolled her eyes, daringly, and I couldn’t help the twitch at the corner of my mouth. I already knew exactly what she was going to say.
“Come on, Alaric,” she bit her bottom lip, “don’t pretend you haven’t been itching to punish me since the first time I stepped out of line.”
Blood surged through me, tightening my pants even more. Meadow knew exactly what she was doing.
“So you’ve been testing me, huh?” I asked, my gaze flickering toward the door before returning to her. The look in her eyes made me want to kiss her and punish her all at once. “Making demands, sneaking out without telling me.”
“Leaving the room when I told you not to?” I continued, voice low. “You’ve been on a streak, Meadow. Of course I want to punish you.”
I leaned closer, brushing my lips against the warmth of her neck. “But I don’t use my bare hands for that kind of punishment, baby girl.”
A soft gasp escaped her, a whimper as I kissed the side of her neck, then pulled back to meet her gaze.
This vision—her sitting on my desk, trembling under my touch, wearing my damn t-shirt—
She was my undoing. And I was going to make her pay for it.
She swallowed nervously. “What do you use then?”
My jaw tightened. I thought about telling her about the Tether room, but I wasn’t ready to reveal that part of myself. I couldn’t explain it without showing her exactly what I used for punishments. So I let my eyes drift down to my belt.
Meadow followed my gaze, her breath catching sharply when she saw what I meant.
My belt.
And maybe the bulge beneath it was part of what had her so flustered.
She cleared her throat, voice barely a whisper. “Your… your belt.”
Slowly, I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, watching her flinch as my hand dropped to the buckle. But I didn’t undo it. Not yet.
Instead, I leaned in, my nose brushing hers. “Tell me, Meadow,” I murmured, “do you even know what that kind of punishment feels like?”
Her eyes blinked up at me, lips parted, chest rising and falling heavily with each breath.
She didn’t answer, but her silence said everything.
“You’ve never been touched properly,” I said softly, almost to myself. My hand slid up her thigh, where my shirt had ridden up, causing her to shiver. “Not until I touched you.”
Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, maybe to deny it, though there was no need—we both knew she was a virgin. “That’s not—”
“Want me to add lying to the list of sins you’ve committed tonight?” I cut her off, voice low and rough.
She shook her head slowly. “No.”
“Good.” I straightened to my full height, looking down at her. “No one’s ever touched you the way I have.” My hands traced higher up her bare thighs, disappearing beneath my shirt as they moved to her hips, then her waist.
Meadow gasped. “Alaric—”
I pulled her to the edge of the desk, and she let out a soft moan that made my grip on her waist tighten. “No one’s ever made you feel like this, and no one will ever make you beg the way I will.” My jaw twitched. “So when I tell you that you don’t know what you’re asking for, don’t you dare doubt me.”
Her eyes grew wide, but I didn’t stop.
“I want to hear you cry, Meadow,” I breathed. “Not just from pain, but from pleasure so deep it shatters everything. After tonight, you might be so terrified you want to run away… or you’ll never let me go, unable to stay away because you crave more.”
Her thighs clenched, and I felt my mouth twitch in response.
“This is your only chance to back out, Meadow. I need to know you’re sure.” I paused, savoring the sound of her heavy breathing. “Because once I start, I won’t stop until I’m satisfied.”
Her breath hitched. She was so damn turned on, I bet she wouldn’t even know what to do if I let her have her way.
Despite everything, she lifted her chin, eyes narrowing with determination. “And if I say no? Will you forget about killing Tyler?”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to.
Meadow nodded, but that wasn’t enough. I leaned in again, my breath ghosting over her ear. “I need to hear you say it, Meadow. Are you going to be my good girl and take it?”
Without hesitation, she whispered, “Yes.”
I pulled back, narrowing my gaze. Meadow was willing to sacrifice herself just so Tyler would live. And for some twisted reason, it didn’t infuriate me the way I thought it would—it didn’t bother me the way it should have.
Maybe because she was right. I’d been waiting for this moment all along.
“Good.” I took a few steps away, my eyes flicking down to her leg. “How much do your feet hurt?”
“Not much,” she replied.
“Perfect.” My gaze slowly rose to her face—
God, her beauty was unreal.
“Get down from the desk.” My voice was rougher now.
Meadow obeyed, her wide hazel eyes flickering down to my belt as I slid the leather strap out of the loops on my slacks.
“Now, bend over, baby.”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
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