Fallen 84

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Meadow’s POV:

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Alaric’s lips twitched. “Fucking love it when you call me that.” And then he claimed my mouth with his in a deep kiss, swallowing my whimper as he lined the blunt head of his cock against my entrance.

My heart was palpitating. I was scared, I was needy, I was nervous. He pushed inside my hole and the stretch burned almost instantly as my walls resisted his length.

“Oh god-“I gasped, my nails digging into his palm as my eyes watered.

This was nothing the toy he used on me. The toy didn’t even come close to how velvety and thick my

husband’s cock felt.

“Shhh,” he hushed, brushing his lips over my cheek, my jaw, and then up to my forehead. “Breathe for me, baby,” he whispered into my ear. “Just relax, and let me in. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

The pressure lessened for a moment as he pulled out of me, and then he pushed in again, slowly this time.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he rasped. My vision blurred as I did what he asked. Alaric’s eyes dropped to my mouth. “My beautiful doe.”

My stomach swirled with emotions I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. I had no choice but to open up

to him, taking deep breaths–well, shallow. Because I was finding it really hard to breathe. And then I

nodded. Giving him the go ahead. “I’m ready, daddy,” I breathed.

“Fuck me, Meadow,” he groaned as he filled me up inch by inch with his thick length. I cried out, trying my best to adjust to the overwhelming fullness.

“Alaric-”

His mouth found mine again, cutting my whimper short. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. You’re doing so good.”

My body trembled. “Your pussy takes my cock so fucking well.”

It only took a few seconds until the pain was gone, replaced with a pleasure that had my toes curling when he hadn’t even started moving yet.

Alaric was inside me,

Alaric.

Was.

Inside.

Me.

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He withdrew again, and this time, there was no warning before he slammed into me. Hard. “Alaric!” I cried, feeling tears roll down the side of my face. “Fuck…”

He stole my breath, causing my eyes to roll back into my head.

“You okay, baby?” he asked against my neck.

My nails dug into his arm as he thrust deeper into me until he was filling me to the hilt. “Yeah,” I whimpered. “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. God, I want you so much.”

A chuckle reverberated in his chest. “But you already have me, love. You already passed step one. Now, step two…” Alaric withdrew swiftly and thrust hard into me again. I bit down on my lip, shaking beneath him. He pulled on my bottom lip with his teeth. “You don’t hold back on your sounds, Meadow. Ever.”

He slammed into me again and a loud moan escaped my throat. “I want to know everything you’re

feeling.”

Thrust.

“I want to hear every single fucking thing you’re feeling. Your moans…”

Thrust.

“Your whimpers…” Thrust.

“Your fucking cries, they all belong to me. And you will never, on any account, hold them back from me.”

Alaric fucked me like he owned me–which, to be honest, he did. I arched into him, unable to keep my eyes open as he fucked me into the mattress, slow and long strokes, fast and shallow strokes. His thickness stretched my walls, his piercings dragging over a spot inside of me that made my vision blur.

“Fuck…” I sobbed, holding onto him like my life depended on it. He felt good.

He felt so fucking good. “Oh god…”

“Not god, baby,” he rasped against the skin of my neck. “Daddy.”

A fresh wave of heat flooded all the way to my core and Alaric took it, sliding in and out of me in ways

that made me want to stay here forever.

Under him, on top of him. Just both of us together all the time. Kissing, fucking… loving?

Alaric thrust harder, hitting my G–spot, and my vision blurred. My moans turned into shameless cries for more and my hips began to lift up to meet him thrust for thrust.

Warmth spread all over my insides and I could feel myself begin to make the climb.

“That sweet little pussy’s learning, isn’t she? Taking me deeper every fucking time.” he growled against my skin. “Fuck, baby. There’s no going back from this.” He dragged his mouth to my jaw again.

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“Now that I’ve tasted you, now that I’ve felt you…” he paused for a moment like he was trying to stop himself from saying what he wasn’t supposed to. “So fucking good,” he murmured instead.

My throat was too tight and my voice broke as I spoke: “You feel so good, daddy,” I whimpered. “I wish you’d fucked me a long time ago.”

Alaric’s eyes darkened. He hooked his arms underneath my thighs, pulling me higher before he slammed back into me and I cried out, clawing at his back so hard that I was fully certain my nails would leave marks on his skin.

But all that did was make more wetness rush to my core. The thought of seeing my marks on him. The thought of being the only one he could feel and having evidence to show for it. Something that he would never forget.

Neither of us was ever going to forget this moment.

The heat built low in my stomach, twisting and curling tighter and tighter. My orgasm was close. My walls squeezed his cock instinctively and Alaric hissed, head falling into my shoulder. “So tight. So fucking perfect.”

Perfect.

“You’re going to come on my cock, baby. That’s the third step. That’s how you take your husband’s cock like a pro.” He pulled out slowly, and I kept my eyes down, my mouth parting as I focused on the sight before me.

We looked… indescribable. The condom was drenched with my juices and what I wanted to feel right now was him inside me without it. How raw it would feel, how his piercings would drag in and out of my walls even harder than they already did.

“You see that?” he groaned. “See how fucking good we look together, Doe.”

My eyes drifted back to his as he stuck a thick finger inside of me and moved it to my mouth. I

I opened, tasting my essence and closing my eyes as I did so.

He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, leaning in to place his hot mouth over my hard nipple and suck, swirling his tongue around the nub. And just as my eyes started to roll behind my head, he slammed back into me. My toes curled, back bowing off the bed.

“You’re going to milk this cock, baby,” he ordered as his tattooed arm cradled my head. “You’re going to fucking drench me.”

“Yes, daddy,” I gasped. “Please, kiss me.”

The second Alaric’s mouth crashed onto mine, I broke. He swallowed my cries as his cock filled me to the hilt again and again. Every single nerve in my body lit up into a pressure that snapped inside of me as I tipped over. My orgasm was violent, tearing through me, and I screamed into his mouth, digging my

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fingers into his shoulders as my body convulsed.

“Oh my god! Fuck, fuck…” My pussy squeezed Alaric’s cock, milking him like he demanded and he groaned into my mouth.

I couldn’t stop trembling. Couldn’t stop moaning his name. And as I shook, Alaric’s thrusts sped up.” Fucking hell.”

His breath was hot against my ear, and he let out a deep groan just before I felt him pulse inside me. His

hand cradled the back of my head as he came, holding me in place.

“Mine,” he growled against my neck. “You’re all fucking mine, Meadow. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I breathed without hesitation.

He stayed deep inside me as the after shocks of the orgasm hit us both. He brought his mouth to mine again, kissing my swollen lips.

“Fuck…” he murmured. His voice was rough, filled with wonder. “I think you just fucking ruined me,

Meadow.”

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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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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.