Chapter 43- Night in the Badlands
Night in the Badlands hit hard — and so did Alaric.
Panam barely had time to curse before he spun her around inside the Nomad tent, pressing her against the support beam, hands gripping her wrists high above her head.
"Alaric—!" she gasped, half a growl, half a plea.
"Thought you wanted heat?" he rasped against her ear.
"You'll get it."
He kicked her legs apart — rough, demanding — one hand pinning both her wrists, the other trailing down her side before yanking her shorts clean off.
Panam hissed, body shivering at the air hitting her bare skin.
"Shit… don't hold back then…"
"Oh, I won't."
His cock pressed up between her thighs — hot, thick, impossibly hard — the sheer size of it making her suck in a sharp breath.
"No fucking way—" she gasped, twisting to look at him.
"You're kidding me…"
Alaric smirked, lining himself up with her soaked entrance.
"You're taking it."
And before she could fire back — he thrust in, slow but brutal, splitting her open around every massive inch.
Panam let out a strangled scream, head falling forward.
"Holy… fuck—"
Her walls clenched tight, fighting to take him as he drove deeper, stretching her to the brink.
Her knees buckled — but Alaric caught her, slamming her hips back against his.
"Alaric—!" she gasped, voice cracking. "You're… too fucking big…"
"Not for you," he growled, teeth sinking into her shoulder as he slammed in to the hilt, her body arching beneath the force.
The tent filled with raw sounds — skin slapping, Panam's sharp cries, his low, guttural groans.
He took her hard — relentless, unforgiving — pounding her against the beam like he owned her, every thrust making her whimper, scream, beg.
"Fuck… fuck… harder—!"
Alaric answered with a brutal snap of his hips, grinding deep, making her eyes roll back.
Her orgasm tore through her without mercy — a violent wave that shook her to the core as she screamed his name into the night air.
But Alaric wasn't done.
He kept thrusting — deep, rough strokes that made her knees give out entirely, held up only by his grip on her wrists and the thick cock wrecking her from behind.
"You feel that?" he hissed against her neck.
"That's mine."
Panam sobbed a broken moan, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.
"Yours… fuck— all yours…"
When Alaric finally came — spilling deep inside her with a low, savage growl — Panam collapsed in his arms, trembling, wrecked, breathless.
He kissed the side of her neck softly, a low whisper.
"Best decision you ever made."
All she could do was nod — eyes glazed, body ruined, satisfied beyond words.
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