Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
A shiver ran through me at his words, heat flooding my body. He pulled back to look in my eyes, his eyes filled with a dark promise.
There was a gentleness in how he undressed me, though it took only seconds. His hands moved with purpose, but each touch lingered. As he pulled my dress over my head, his fingers grazed me, igniting something deep inside. Every piece of clothing that fell to the floor seemed to amplify the tension between us, but it wasn’t frantic—it was controlled, deliberate. His eyes roamed over me, and for a moment, he just looked at me. His hands slid down my arms to my waist as he pulled me close again. His gaze was heavy and intense, but behind that was something deeper, that left me feeling both exposed and cherished.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, like it physically pained him to hold back. “Every inch of you, perfect. You make me insane; you know that?” His fingers tightened on my waist, pulling me even closer. He kissed me again, softer this time, but filled with the same intensity.
“No one else has ever had this effect on me. No one else has ever made me lose control the way you do.”
I could barely breathe as his lips brushed against my skin, his words sinking into me, filling the space between us with the undeniable truth of what he felt. I tried so hard to be quiet, to keep some semblance of control, but Alexander was determined to make that impossible. Every touch, every word that left his lips was designed to unravel me. He thrived on it, on knowing just how far he could push me, how he could coax out sounds I had no hope of suppressing.
His hands roamed over me, his grip firm yet gentle as he explored every inch of skin he’d just bared. I bit down on my lip, willing myself to hold back, but he made it a challenge I couldn’t win. The way he moved, the way his body pressed against mine, made it impossible to think of anything but him.
Every kiss, every touch, every dark whisper pulled me further under his control, to make me forget where we were, and who might hear. It was carnal, the way we finally came together, as if nothing short of becoming one would satisfy the hunger, we both felt. The way he grabbed my hips, pulling me closer with each thrust so he that he was fully inside me, was absolute bliss. I could feel his desire, raw and untamed, as he claimed me with every movement. The sounds that escaped his lips only made me moan louder and louder.
His fingers dug into my skin, leaving marks that would surely bruise, but I reveled in the pain. I wanted more of it. His cock filled me completely, hitting every sensitive spot with expert precision. I could feel myself tightening around him, my muscles clenching with each thrust. He groaned, the sound low and guttural, as he increased his pace. I could feel the wetness between my legs, slick, as he pounded into me.
The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, a symphony of pleasure. He whispered dirty words in my ear, telling me how tight I was, how good it felt to be inside me. His breath was warm against my neck, the low growl of his voice sending a shiver through me as he whispered, “Delicium meum, you feel perfect.”
He wasn’t just satisfied with taking; he wanted everything.
And I gave it to him.
My nails dug into his back, and I felt him tense, a low curse escaping his throat as he pressed his lips to mine, harder, more demanding.
I needed more too.
Every inch of me burned with the intensity of it—of him. I didn’t know how I managed it, but before I realized what I was doing, I had him flat on his back, my thighs straddling his hips as I looked down into his eyes.
Those beautiful eyes that always held me as captive as he did.
They were filled with a hunger that mirrored my own, a dangerous glint of approval flickering in them. He grinned up at me, his hands finding my waist, gripping me like he couldn’t believe I’d taken control, but he didn’t resist. Instead, he let me move, his hands on my body were steady but not forceful. He wanted to see what I’d do.
The power that surged through me, the way he let me lead for just a moment, was intoxicating. My hands pressed against his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath my fingers as I moved against him. The look in his eyes never wavered, never softened, only intensified. I didn’t hold back. I couldn’t. The way we fit together, how he worshipped every movement I made—it fueled something inside me. I leaned down, pressing my lips to his.