CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

I am desperate for contact, lying in the darkness of the garden, spread out over the empty pool. A single candle flickers at the foot of the bed, emphasizing my nudity and rising sensations. My right hand moves between my thighs, pushing and rubbing circles against my sensitive spots as my left hand fondles my breasts, tugging and squeezing each nipple in an exquisite rhythm. With heightened arousal, a shadow appears in the corner and I recognize him instantly. “Alden,” I whisper. “Come to me. Immerse yourself into me and fill me with your cocks. I want you double penetrate me and I want to be filled with your precious seeds.” There is no hiding my desire as I beg for him to breed me.

Alden's wild, guttural roar courses through me, intensifying my desire for him until I can barely breathe. I struggle to find the words to plead with him to come closer, my body writhing with need and my throat croaking out incoherent whimpers of longing. A blackness descends over my vision, as if my sen