Did she know that? Did she understand him well enough to see exactly what he wanted regardless of what he’d offered?
Her mouth eventually landed exactly where he wanted it so he waited for the bliss that was surely coming as her lips travelled along the length of his dick. It was like a whisper of touch across his skin as her warm breath teased every sensitivity from him. One touch of her tongue and then no more than breath again as she moved her face around and let her hair float across his now over sensitive head. His fingers dug into the carpet as she drew the full length of her tongue across his aching balls and then twirled the damn thing all the way up to his tip too softly. He groaned out loud as she giggled a little and let her tongue rest on the head of him. Fuck, he was so close to flipping her on her back, or against a wall; anything would do. It was taking every last shred of control he had just to stay still and let her have her time because all he wanted now was to be inside her, forcefully, and as his aching dick began to throb with need while she continued to nibble on him gently, he grunted in annoyance at his own impatience.
“Look at me,” she said as she licked lightly against him. His eyes opened instantly so he could gaze down at her. “What do you want, Alex?”
Her tongue flicked again as that wicked little smile lit up her face. It was like a lightning bolt across him as his last grip of submission began to fall apart.
“Inside you,” he panted out as she dropped her tantalising mouth one inch down around him then sucked back up.
“No, Alex, tell me what you want,” she said again, causing every primal and dominant part of him to rise to the surface again, literally growling in anticipation of what she was suggesting.
“To fuck you, hard,” he replied as she lowered her mouth again a bit more and moaned into him, her eyelids fluttering closed as he watched her sucking and then releasing him. She hovered over him on her hands and knees, not moving, just waiting and trembling with want as she kept her eyes fixed on his. “To mark you, to bite you, to make you so fucking sore you’ll never forget who was in you.”
The corners of her mouth twitched a little as she sat upright and dragged her hand across her throat, her head tilting a little to let her flaming hair cascade down her back as her other hand reached out for his.
“There’s the man I love,” she murmured as she pulled him up to her and wrapped his fingers around her throat. “Come and find yourself again.”
It was all the permission he needed to unleash every instinct he had to take her, fuck her, grab every piece of her and sink himself so far inside of her that she’d never be able to get away again.
He dragged her up from the floor and pushed her towards the wall as she whimpered softly in his grasp but moved in perfect synchronicity with his movements, feeling her way around his every step with a sixth sense and allowing him every brutal touch to her skin. He found her neck with his teeth and grazed them along her collarbone and then back up to her delicious mouth to devourer her again with his tongue. Her breathing became deep and methodical as he stepped back to watch in awe as she closed her eyes and began to detach herself slightly, expecting his force to take her to subspace. Her fingers grasped quietly at non-existent handholds on the wall for the support she might need to endure what he would do to her, and much as he adored it, he didn’t want her drifting off. He wanted to stay completely connected with her and have her feeling and seeing every piece of what he wanted to share with her.
“Elizabeth, open your eyes.” She instantly opened them and stared across at him with unadulterated lust pouring off her. “You stay here, with me. You show me everything.”
Her breathing shallowed out instantly as he stepped closer and slammed his body weight into her, every fibre of his body wanting to get closer and deeper as he pushed closer and she moaned out in pleasure. His name whispered across the air and into his ears as she wrapped her incredible leg around his hip and grabbed at his back with her nails. Vicious little bites of pain caused a growl of frustration to explode from his mouth as she sunk her teeth into his lip and ground her hips into his dick.
He had to get inside her. No amount of waiting or teasing was acceptable at all so he reached down and tore at the scrap of lace covering her so he could have her bare. Her cry of discomfort into his mouth only heightened his need as his hands roughly pushed her thighs apart to find her warmth. He wanted his fingers deep inside her, to feel all that heat and wetness that was just for him. He pushed three fingers in so hard that she squealed at the intrusion and gasped back a breath as she looked at him with wide eyes, those fucking beautiful eyes that took his breath away every damn time.
His fingers pulled back out and then rammed in again. She groaned and held onto his shoulders as he nearly lifted her from the floor with the force of his hand. Christ, he loved that look, so completely his, every inch of her glorious body perched on his fingers waiting for release or instruction. Her mouth quivered with words she couldn’t form as he twisted his hand to increase the friction for her.
“Oh god,” she moaned as he rubbed rhythmically with his fingers and let her feel how close she was. A few touches in the right place with the right amount of pressure and she was exactly where he wanted her, trembling with anticipation and ripe for the taking.
His dick was throbbing to be inside her, actually fucking painful with need to be buried to the hilt but his mind was too involved in watching her fall apart in front of him, to see her vulnerable for him, to watch her every movement as she flexed, pulsed and eventually collapsed on him. Her nails tensed in his skin as those eyes began to flutter closed and her breathing escalated, showing her nearness so he pushed his hand into her throat to bring her back.
“No, open them, let me see every fucking second of this,” he seethed as he flicked his thumb across her clit to stimulate her further. She locked her eyes with his and let her weight fall onto his hands with a groan as he began to circle his thumb.
“Oh yes, fuck, Alex. Yes... more,” she hissed as she started to grip his fingers. Spasms began taking hold and clamping around him. He spread his fingers to feel every movement deep inside her as her muscles started their constricting and the flush of orgasm raced across her skin, blushing her cheeks and widening her pupils to the black holes of desire he wanted from her.
Her panting only increased his need to bury himself inside her so he withdrew his hand and offered it to her. Her mouth instantly sucked at his fingers as she groaned around them, which made his dick jump to attention again and remind him of his goal. But, yet again, he found himself so mesmerised with her mouth that he just watched as she licked herself off him and then pulled his mouth towards her. Never had he felt so attached so someone, so completely part of someone else’s pleasure that he was forgetting to breathe again. Her fingers wrapped into his hair tightly as she scratched her other hand across his lower back viciously, inducing the tension he needed to move again. His sudden grunt at the pain made him lift her by the throat. He had no idea how she knew it was coming but she grabbed on and wrapped her luscious legs around to support herself for the oncoming attack.
“Fuck, I need inside you,” he said as he shifted her weight to get the leverage on the wall he wanted. She gripped on and raised herself a little so he could manoeuvre her and position his cock. The head of it was poised and waiting as he pushed her throat back so he could look into her eyes again when he lowered her onto him.
Her scream of desire was all he wanted as he pulled her down onto him and drove in as hard as he could, hitting her core and letting the sensation of her envelop him as he pulled back out and forced his way back in again. She gasped out again and grabbed on as his hand continued to hold her throat against the wall. She was the sexiest thing on the planet. God himself couldn’t have created a more divine looking creature, and as her eyes widened, he gripped onto her arse and bent down to pull her tight nipple into his teeth.
Biting down harshly, he was rewarded with her agonisingly sweet moan of pain and as her nails
dug in further, he released the last of his control. The bite of those nails induced all kinds of thoughts and visions. His back clenched at the bliss that was beginning to build with every thrust, and her now biting teeth on his neck only furthered his primal tendencies.
He lifted her and moved towards the bedroom. He wanted the mirror, wanted her to watch what she looked like while he fucked her, to see the way she writhed in front of him and screamed when she came. Putting her down in front of it, he pulled out and turned her to face it then pulled her wrists behind her back and grasped them tightly in one hand.
“I want you to watch yourself, watch me fuck you, see yourself as I do,” he rasped out as he wrapped his fingers around her throat and angled her forward a little.
The torture that followed was beyond anything he’d ever felt as he rammed back into her and felt her falling forward into his hand, gasping as he yanked her hands to stabilise her. Her pussy tightened around him every time he increased the force on her, her hands, her throat. It seemed every movement of his brutal intent only heightened her arousal and took her one step closer to her explosion. His cock threatened release each time he looked into those eyes or watched her lips panting with each thrust, her perfect tits moving gracefully as he slammed in again and she lent further forward into his hold, pushing against it with need. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tried to hold on to her orgasm so he released her neck and bit into her shoulder to make her look up again. Her eyes flew open as she yelped in agony.
“You will fucking look at me. I don’t care how you control it but you will let me see you when you come,” he growled as he pushed her towards the wall again and placed her hands on it. Gripping her hips, he picked up his pace and watched as she began to crumble around him. Her fingers scratched at the wallpaper and her legs began to tremble as he pounded into her. She arched her back and pressed back with every inch of strength she had to increase the force for them both.
“Yes, Alex, fuck me, please. More...” She moaned as she reached for his hand and pulled it between her legs, grinding herself onto it and gasping as he changed the angle of her body. His fingers stretched downwards to feel himself moving in and out of her as he pressed his thumb hard against her clit and flicked upwards onto it. It was all she needed as she clamped hard around him and shouted out his name with her release, her body quivering as she struggled to hold herself up while he continued to slam in as hard as he could.
He couldn’t get deep enough or close enough so he grabbed her and pulled her back towards the bed, literally throwing her onto it and pushing her legs apart as he crawled across her and drove back into her again. Her head tipped backwards as she called out his name again and reached her hands to the headboard for something to hold onto, her fingers whitening under the strain as he kept up the relentless momentum. All thoughts began to evaporate as he let the blinding pleasure of his own release take hold of him. Primal need began to ebb through his body as he gazed down on the woman he loved, writhing beneath him while he gave her every forceful touch he could. Her hips would be bruised, his teeth marks were already glowing on her skin beautifully, and her pussy would be raw and punished to perfection, and Christ, he loved her for taking it from him, for giving this to him. She gave him everything.
His tension built to uncontrollable levels and the ache that consumed his balls was ready to break so he leaned down to take her lips in his, rolling his tongue around hers as she moaned out incoherently and began shake beneath him. Fuck, he loved that shaking, too. Her muscles clamped and spurred him on to his oblivion as she moulded herself to him. Her hands found their way to his hair as she pushed his head away from her to look at him with those eyes that consumed every breath he had.
“I love you,” she breathed out as she fell apart under him again, her body rising and arching into him gracefully. He wrapped his arm under her back and plunged into her one last time before he let his own release flow. Every thought disappeared apart from intense love as he gazed down at her eyes and watched her pleading for him to get closer, her fingers clawing at his jaw with need as she pulled him down to her mouth again.
What the hell she saw in him was inconsequential. Whether he deserved her or not was completely irrelevant because she absolutely didn’t need to plead or beg. She had him, every fucking inch, and there was no way she was ever going to be without him whether she liked it or not.
“Mine,” he said, shaking with his own release and closing his eyes in utter bliss as he leaned down into her neck. “Always mine.”
Chapter 19
Elizabeth
W ell obviously, why didn’t I assume this?
Christmas decoration shopping with Alex actually means us sitting at his house while another one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen directs men backwards and forwards from a truck with ridiculous amounts of trees, baubles, floral embellishments and all the other general bits and bobs you need for a festive season. I can’t even say that I mind that much. It would probably help if she wasn’t so sodding gorgeous and efficient in her perfectly cut business suit that, if I’m honest, is a little too short and low cut for professional, but she absolutely pulls it off.
She’s sauntering around the place as if she owns it, pointing at men to garnish every available surface with some other beautiful garland or arrangement of some kind, and while I’m not intimidated by her, she’s absolutely not my favourite person because she keeps touching Alex a little too much for comfort. Those frequent hand brushes and that batting eyelash thing she keeps doing appear to have no effect on him but on me, definitely. However, the red, white and green decorations are very nearly completed across the lower half of the house and I have to admit that the rooms look incredible.
There’s a twelve-foot tree in the lounge and dining room, a smaller one in the kitchen and elaborately tiered centre pieces on all the tables. Stunning really, there’s no getting around it. The woman’s bloody brilliant at what she does. Unfortunately, she also seems to want to do Alex, so clearly I hate her. Serena, thousand mile fucking legs, was enough for me last night. I seriously don’t need more competition today.
I pull my jean covered legs under me and sip at my coffee as I think about Mr. Sodding Wonderful who is currently shouting at someone on the phone in the kitchen. Alpha male has definitely returned with a vengeance this morning and while I’m very happy he let his guard down so completely last night, I’m also very happy to see him back to his normal self - well, his version of normal anyway. Beautiful as he was in all his raw, brutal turmoil and emotional as I felt about it at the time, I can’t honestly say I’m entirely comfortable with what the hell it is that I’m supposed to do with that information, or what it means for him, or us. I still don’t understand what made him crack last night but it must have been something to do with Evelyn and the way she made him feel.
It was clear to me that I had to help him get back to his usual self as soon as possible because that amount of breaking for anyone would be hard to cope with. So I let him find himself again, in the way he found himself best - and god did he - while he took me with him, gloriously and with a connection he’d never given me before.
We haven’t spoken about it because I don’t want to see him crumble again and he’s giving me the vibe that he absolutely doesn’t want to go there again anytime soon. That’s fine for the time being because, thankfully, the one thing I do know with absolute clarity is that he loves me. What that means to him I really don’t know but it does appear to mean that I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. And I am extremely happy about that.
I suddenly realise I haven’t even asked my mum and dad if they’ll come at Christmas yet, so I pluck out my phone and call them in the hope that they’ll say yes. If not, Alex has just gone to an awful lot of expense for no reason whatsoever.
“Hi, darling,” Mum says after the first ring. I swear to god the phone is permanently attached to her hand. “How’s that delicious man of yours?” Oh god, here we go.
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Fine, Mum, and I’m fine too, thanks for asking,” I reply as I stand and walk to the kitchen for more coffee. Efficient woman smiles brightly at me and saunters off towards the front of the house again so I stick my tongue out at her back childishly.
“Of course you are, darling. Anyway what are you calling for? I’ve already had Belle on the phone this morning sounding very pleased with herself for some unknown reason. Any ideas?” Yes, but clearly I can’t tell you if she hasn’t. Why hasn’t she? Odd.
“No, no clue at all.” I hate lying to Mum. I’m also bloody awful at it.
“Right, well as long as you’re both happy. So what did you want, darling?” Oh please let this be good news to her and not her do you not think I’m capable speech.
“Well, Alex wondered, actually we both wondered if you’d like to come here for Christmas? Everybody to come here, I mean. We’d very much like to do lunch here and for you all to stay for a few days.” I’m literally screwing my face up as I wait for her reaction, which could easily go either way as I reach for the steamy knob on the coffee maker, trying not to think about Pascal and watch a now very angrily pacing Alex outside the French doors.
“Right, darling, well I’ll ask your father,” she replies quietly. It’s not a good response.
“Mum, please, we’ve had dinner at yours every year since we were born and I just want to give you a lovely day where you don’t have to do anything.” She remains quiet for too long as I watch Alex storm into the lounge via the other glass doors. “Mum, are you still there?”
“I’m perfectly capable of doing a lunch, Beth.” I roll my eyes. I so knew this was coming.
“I’m not saying you’re not. I just thought it would be nice to do something different and it was all Alex’s idea. He thinks you’re both lovely, and obviously, Conner will be here too so you’ll get to meet him because you know Belle won’t be taking him home anytime soon...” I’m rambling, playing the wonderful boyfriend thing because that will weaken her. I just want her happy and well, for god’s sake. “Please, Mum, Dad will definitely come. You know that. Just say yes, for me, please?” There’s another pause long enough to eclipse the sun.
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