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Fallen 47
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Fallen 47 Summary

 

Alaric is deeply captivated by Meadow, watching her vulnerability and pleasure with intense fascination. He takes control of their intimate moment, teasing her by having her taste herself and testing her limits, all while expressing a possessive desire to teach and claim her completely. Despite his dominant demeanor, there is a hint of tenderness in how he guides her and responds to her innocence.

 

Meadow reveals that she has little experience with intimacy, mentioning a failed attempt with Tyler, which stirs jealousy and protectiveness in Alaric. He reassures her that Tyler was impatient and possibly manipulative, reinforcing his role as her mentor and protector. Their physical connection intensifies as Meadow undresses and prepares to wear a new dress Alaric selects for her, symbolizing a shift to a more vulnerable and exposed state.

 

Alaric’s internal conflict about kissing is revealed; he views kissing as sacred and has avoided it with others, but he clearly desires to share that intimacy with Meadow someday. Meanwhile, Meadow’s playful teasing and innocence provoke a strong physical response from him, heightening the sexual tension between them.

 

The chapter ends with Alaric commanding Meadow to straddle his thigh, promising to bring her pleasure, emphasizing his control and their deepening physical and emotional connection. The mood is charged with anticipation, desire, and a complex mix of dominance and affection.

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Alaric’s POV: 

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Meadow looked like a fucking angel whenever she came apart from my touch. Watching her come undone was slowly turning into an addiction of mine. 

The face she made, the way her grip tightened around my shoulder, the way her body stilled and started vibrating, the sounds that left her lips–I could never get enough of it. 

Enough of her. 

Slowly, I pulled my fingers out of her, feeling my lips twitch as she whined in protest. 

She had a greedy, needy little cunt, and I couldn’t wait to give her everything that she needed. Couldn’t wait to ruin her with my cock. 

Without another word, I raised my hand between us, trailing my index and middle finger along her bottom lip, painting it with her essence. 

“Have you ever tasted yourself before, Meadow?” 

She shook her head, her cheeks turning red like she was embarrassed. My mouth twitched. So fucking innocent, she was. 

And all mine to ruin. 

“That’s unfortunate,” I murmured. “Because your taste is exquisite. Open.” 

Meadow obeyed without hesitation. She parted her lips, and I didn’t take my eyes off her beautiful hazel ones as I gently pushed both fingers into her warm mouth. 

“Good girl,” I rasped, my cock twitching in my pants as she swirled her tongue around my fingers, licking up her own essence and moaning while at it–my good little doe. 

I tightened my grip around her. I wanted her to do that to my cock. Suck on it the way she sucked on my fingers. 

“Addictive, isn’t it?” I smirked. “Open wider, baby.” 

Meadow did as I said, and a low growl vibrated deep in my throat. Her eyes widened slightly as I pushed my fingers further in, toward her throat. 

“Relax your throat, love,” I murmured. “I’m only trying to see how well your throat is prepared for my cock.” 

Her gaze turned hooded, just like I knew it would. Meadow craved my cock like air, and it craved her too, pushing against the fabric of my slacks so fucking hard. 

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She moaned as my fingers inched towards its destination, but that moan turned into a gag before they 

could reach it. 

I hummed. “Tell me something, Meadow. Have you ever sucked a cock before?” 

I withdrew my fingers to give her the chance to answer and Meadow choked a bit, panting for air as her 

eyes dropped to my lips. “Not really,” she replied. “I mean, I tried once, with Tyler, but he stopped me because he said I wasn’t any good at it.” 

My jaw clenched at the mention of my assistant’s name. I hated that she’d had his cock in her mouth, but what I even hated more was knowing that he’d probably said that to her in a bid to make her feel terrible 

about her skills. 

“He wasn’t patient with you,” I found myself saying. “Or he was just focused on your sister’s plan to ruin you.” Slowly, I let her down, and she unwrapped her thighs from my waist, her hands sliding down my 

bare chest as she did so, causing my muscles to tense. 

“Maybe,” she said in a small voice. Though, I wasn’t even asking her a question. 

I reached for the nape of her neck, pulling her closer while my other hand drifted down to cup her ass. 

Meadow looked fucking gorgeous in this dress, and she looked even more gorgeous when she was 

coming in it. 

But we weren’t done yet. 

“I have so much to teach you,” I whispered, jerking her forward so my cock was pushing against her 

stomach. She gasped, her eyes nearly falling shut. “So fucking much. And you’re gonna learn it all.” 

Meadow blinked up at me, desperation in her gaze as her teeth came down on her bottom lip. I moved my 

hand from her nape to her mouth, using my thumb to release her lip. “Don’t do that.” 

“Do what?” she asked innocently. 

“Bite your lip.” 

“Why?” she breathed, searching my eyes with her slightly narrowed ones. 

“It tempts me,” I replied plainly. And that was the truth. Whenever Meadow played with her lip, I wanted to tug it out with my own teeth. 

Wanted to claim those lips, claim her entire mouth. Claim it all. 

Truth was, I couldn’t remember the last time I kissed someone. 

Or, I did remember, and just didn’t like to think about the past. But even when I eventually got sexually stimulated when I was with other women, I wouldn’t let my lips touch theirs. 

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I couldn’t. 

But it had become a part of me, and now I viewed kisses as a sacred act. I will kiss Meadow. Just… not 

now. 

“To what? Kiss me?” she asked softly, eyes drifting from my eyes to my mouth. “Why won’t you kiss me, Alaric? Let me guess, you don’t think I’m ready for that too?” 

My mouth twitched. “Maybe I’m just saving the best for last.” 

Meadow’s breath hitched, and, like the defiant little thing she was, she bit down on her bottom lip again. 

My cock strained. 

“You’re teasing me, Meadow,” I rasped, pulling down the side zipper of her dress. “And I don’t like being teased. Take this off.” 

I stepped back, walking toward the dress rack again to pick out the next dress. “We’re not done yet.” 

Meadow swallowed, letting the silk dress pool around her feet so she was just in her bra. I’d torn her panties off her and unhooked her bra earlier, and now, she kept her eyes on mine as she slowly let it fall from her shoulders, baring her fairly large breasts to me. 

Her body was a fucking masterpiece, and I wasn’t even exaggerating. Toned and tanned skin, soft curves, and an ass that could cause any man to make bad decisions. And now, she was standing completely 

naked in front of me. 

My eyes dropped to her legs, her thighs, her pussy that I knew was fucking soaked. 

Without another word, I lifted my index finger, crooking it in a ‘come here‘ gesture, and she glided over to 

me without hesitation. 

“Put this one on,” I muttered, referring to the midnight blue velvet dress in my hand. 

She took it, and as she did as I said, I pulled on the sleeves of my shirt, taking it completely off so I was just in my slacks. 

Meadow raised her gaze to look at me, her breath catching when she focused on my now bare chest and arms. She loved my tattoos. I knew that much. 

She turned around so I could help with the zipper, and I enjoyed the way she shivered as my knuckles 

grazed her spine. 

“Aren’t you going to ask how I plan to make you come this time?” 

I practically heard her swallow as she played with her stray hair strands, back still facing me. 

And then she cleared her throat. “How do you plan on… making me come?” 

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I didn’t say a word. Instead, I walked toward the vanity table, which had a smaller mirror, and then I sat in the chair, spreading my legs apart. 

“Turn around.” My voice was low. And when Meadow turned around to look at me, I damn near lost my breath. This had to be my favorite dress yet. “Come here, baby.” 

Slowly, she made her way to me, heat turning her cheeks red as she approached. 

The moment she was in front of me, I wasted no time in pulling her onto only one of my thighs so she was straddling it. 

“You’re going to ride my thigh,” I rasped, gripping her waist harder. “Until you come.” 

Fallen

Fallen

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
Fallen Summary & Review: Fallen

Meadow Russell arrives at an upscale hotel, heart fluttering with excitement and nerves. She’s about to marry the love of her life, Tyler, in a small, private ceremony — just the two of them. Clutching her bag, she approaches the front desk with a smile. “Hi, I have a reservation. Meadow Russell.”

But from the very first second, something feels off.

The receptionist’s red-painted lips curl into a mocking sneer, and her colleague exchanges a strange look with her. Meadow’s cheerful tone falters as confusion settles in. The woman scoffs, “You’re kidding, right?” The disbelief in her tone makes Meadow’s stomach twist. She frowns, insisting there must be a mistake, but both receptionists continue to look at her with something close to pity — and something else she can’t quite name.

Then comes the shocker.

According to the hotel records, she’s already checked in. Two hours ago. With a man. The receptionist even claims to have spoken with her — complimenting her “cute top.” The same white crop top with the word “BRIDE” written across it that she’s wearing now.

Meadow tries to rationalize it. Maybe Tyler had checked in under her name. Maybe it’s a simple mix-up. She laughs nervously and explains that her fiancé must have done it for convenience. But both receptionists seem unconvinced. One of them finally sighs and hands her a spare keycard, muttering, “I hope you get things sorted out.”

On her way up to the room, Meadow’s heart pounds in her chest. Something feels horribly wrong, but she refuses to believe it. Tyler would never do anything to hurt her. They’ve been planning this wedding for months — their dream elopement. She tries to calm herself, breathing in and out as the elevator ascends, but her hands won’t stop shaking.

When she finally reaches the room and swipes the keycard, her worst fears materialize before her eyes.

The moment the door opens, the sound hits her first — muffled moans, heavy breathing, the rhythmic creak of the bed. Then she sees them.

Her twin sister, Juniper, straddling Tyler, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her without restraint.

The world stops. The bag slips from Meadow’s trembling hands and lands with a soft thud. The scene before her feels like a cruel joke — something ripped out of a nightmare. Her vision blurs with tears, her body frozen in disbelief.

For a full minute, she just stands there. Watching. Waiting. Hoping someone would scream “gotcha” and end this cruel trick.

But there’s no misunderstanding to clear up. No mistake. No illusion.

Her twin sister moans again, whispering, “Yes, that’s it, baby,” as if to drive the knife deeper into Meadow’s heart.

Something inside her shatters.

“Juniper…? Tyler?” she finally manages to whisper, her voice barely recognizable.

They both turn, startled. Tyler’s face twists in shock, then panic. He pushes Juniper off him, stammering, “Meadow, I swear, I thought she was you!”

It’s a pathetic excuse. One that doesn’t even make sense.

Juniper doesn’t even bother covering herself. She just smirks, tossing her messy hair over her shoulder like a queen enjoying the chaos she’s created. “Oh, please,” she scoffs. “It’s time we drop the act. This has been going on for a while.”

Meadow stumbles back, staring between them. “What are you talking about?”

Her twin rolls her eyes. “You really didn’t think he loved you, did you?”

It hits Meadow all at once — the hotel mix-up, the receptionist’s strange looks, the duplicate “Meadow Russell” check-in. Juniper had stolen her identity, her name, her wedding — and the man she loved.

Tyler tries to approach her again, naked and unashamed. He grabs her jaw gently, his expression hard. “You thought I loved you, Meadow? No. Juni’s the love of my life.”

The words pierce like knives.

Every memory — every kiss, every late-night conversation, every promise he made — turns to ash. She had believed in him completely, trusted him with her heart. And all along, he’d been sharing that same intimacy with her twin sister.

Meadow stares at Juniper, still unable to process it. The last time she saw her twin was two years ago. They’d grown apart after Juniper’s endless trail of lies and manipulation had driven a wedge between them. Juniper had always been the beautiful, daring, chaotic one — the one who got what she wanted, no matter who she hurt. But never, not in her darkest thoughts, had Meadow imagined she would do this.

Juniper laughs again, the sound sharp and cruel. “She’s in shock, baby. Maybe we should help her out of her misery,” she says mockingly, then pulls Tyler into another kiss right in front of her.

That’s when Meadow realizes this isn’t a mistake. This isn’t a sudden betrayal. It’s a plan.

Her sister had known exactly what she was doing. She had tracked Meadow down, learned about the wedding, and swooped in like a vulture to destroy what little happiness she had built. The matching outfit, the fake check-in — all of it was deliberate.

The pain turns into rage. Her tears blur her sight, her breath coming out in shaky bursts. Every muscle in her body screams at her to turn around, to run far away from the two people who’ve just ripped her soul apart.

But she doesn’t move.

She stands there, trembling, her heart breaking piece by piece as she watches her sister smirk and her fiancé — her almost-husband — stand there unashamed, not even offering a shred of remorse.

Tyler and Juniper exchange a look, and she realizes — they’re enjoying this. They want her to see. To suffer.

Meadow’s hands ball into fists. She feels like she’s watching her life crumble in real time, and there’s nothing she can do but breathe through the ache and pray she doesn’t collapse.

Every part of her screams that this is the moment she loses everything — her trust, her love, her family.

And yet, deep inside, a spark ignites — not of despair, but of something darker. A promise that this won’t be the end of her story.

Because betrayal that deep doesn’t fade. It carves itself into your bones. And Meadow Russell — heartbroken, humiliated, and hollow — walks out of that hotel room knowing one thing for certain.

She will never forgive them.

And one day, they will both pay for what they’ve done.

 

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