Chapter 18 My First #2
Alexander licked his lips and lifted his head, his eyes dark, blazing with raw desire.
He was no longer in control. Every inch of him ached to take her fully, to drive his rod into her, to feel her soaked heat swallow him.
His body trembled, veins throbbing with the need for release, barely able to keep himself in check.
Alexander’s tongue returned to her, tracing her slick folds, circling her swollen clit with maddening precision. His fingers didn’t stop, sliding in and out.
“Ah… ahhh… ahhh!” Mia’s cries filled the room, her body trembling as waves of pleasure tore through her. Alexander’s tongue flicked faster, harder, sucking her swollen bud, tasting her, sending her over the edge again and again.
Her hips bucked wildly, her hands clawing at his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. With a final, shuddering cry, her release crashed over her, hot and shattering, and Alexander drank it down, savoring every drop.
When she finally stilled, gasping and trembling beneath him, he lifted his head, eyes dark and blazing with unrestrained desire. His shaft throbbed painfully, veins swollen, aching to be buried deep inside her.
Alexander shifted, climbing over her, his weight pressing her into the bed. His hands moved to her wrists, undoing the makeshift bonds of her ripped dress, freeing her from their restraint.
He positioned himself at her entrance, letting the tip of his throbbing shaft brush against her wetness. She gasped, hips instinctively pressing up, inviting him in. Slowly, he slid the tip inside her, inch by inch, feeling the heat of her tightness envelop him.
Mia moaned softly, her fingers clutching his shoulders, encouraging him, trembling with a mixture of anticipation and pleasure. “Ah… Alexander…” she breathed, her body arching into his, wanting him closer, wanting all of him.
He began to slide deeper, savoring the tight, warm embrace around him, when suddenly he froze. A sharp awareness ran through him
A low, startled growl escaped his throat as he paused, his eyes locking on hers.
Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted, eyes wide but shining with desire.
Her chest heaved with excitement, her hips pressing instinctively against him.
She was trembling, but it was from the delicious mix of pleasure and anticipation, not fear.
“Mia, You’ve never…?” His voice was rough, laced with disbelief.
Mia’s eyes, hesitant and nervous, met his. “I haven’t… James and I… we never even kissed. You’re my first.”
Alexander froze for a heartbeat, his mind reeling.
‘She was married to that bastard for five years and he never touched her?’ His chest tightened as a surge of possessive fury and desire coursed through him.
‘She was living in that dead, fucking marriage and I didn’t know. I should have brought her home sooner.’
Alexander’s lips crushed hers in a fierce, claiming kiss, his hands caressing her face as if memorizing every curve. “My Mia is only mine,” he murmured against her mouth, his voice rough and possessive.
At the same time, the tip of his throbbing shaft nudged against her entrance, sliding slowly in and out, teasing, letting her adjust to the delicious fullness. Mia gasped into his mouth, arching her back, pressing herself closer as every slide sent sparks of heat coursing through her.
Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, moans escaping her lips in little gasps of need. “Ah… Alexander… please…” she breathed, trembling beneath him, every inch of her craving him.
Alexander groaned low in his throat, veins throbbing, and finally thrust hard inside her, the sudden depth making her cry out in a mix of shock and pleasure.
Her hips moved instinctively, riding him as best she could, matching his thrusts, every gasp, every whimper, feeding his desire. “Oh…” she moaned, her voice breathless, body writhing beneath him.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers, dark eyes blazing with possessive hunger. He growled, punishing her with each powerful thrust, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her impossibly close.
Mia’s body arched beneath him, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure that made her cry out, her moans filling the room. Her fingers clutched his shoulders, digging in as she pressed herself against him, every inch of her responding to his relentless movements.
“Ah…” she gasped, hips moving instinctively, riding him with everything she had, though he controlled the rhythm entirely.
Alexander growled, veins throbbing, as he gripped her hips tighter, slamming into her with brutal, delicious force. “Mia,” he rasped, his lips capturing hers again in a devouring kiss.
Her breath hitched, her body trembling violently as he hit deep, perfect spots inside her, pushing her closer to the edge.
“Hahhh…” she whimpered, her voice breaking as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
Alexander’s hands roamed her curves, kneading, holding, caressing as if imprinting her into his very skin. Every shiver, every moan, every press of her body against his drove him harder, faster, until her cries reached a desperate, trembling crescendo.
Mia’s climax shattered her with heat, her body trembling, arching uncontrollably beneath him. “Ahhhh… Alexander…” she cried, voice ragged and breathless, clinging to him as her release washed over her.
Alexander groaned, a deep, dark sound vibrating through the room, and continued to move inside her, prolonging her pleasure. When he finally slowed, pulling back slightly, his dark eyes burned with unrestrained desire, his chest heaving.
She shivered in his arms, chest rising and falling, her fingers clutching him, eyes glistening with pleasure.
Before she could react, he grabbed her wrists again, pinning them above her head on the bed. Mia gasped, struggling slightly, but he held her effortlessly, his grip iron-strong. His lips brushed hers briefly before he leaned down and bit her shoulder, making her gasp.
With a rough shove, he rolled them over so she was on her stomach, chest pressed into the sheets, her legs spread just enough for him. His hands gripped her hips hard, pulling her back against him, and he positioned himself behind her.
“Now you have to satisfy me,” he growled, voice thick with hunger.
He pressed inside her without warning, filling her completely, and Mia cried out, fingers digging into the sheets. His thrusts were brutal, each one driving deep, sending her body shivering under his control.
“Oh… God…” she moaned, hips jerking against him despite his grip holding her in place. Every movement, every gasp, every shiver made him growl, veins throbbing with raw need.
Alexander’s hands roamed down her back, digging into her waist, gripping tight enough to leave marks. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, slamming into her with savage precision.
She whimpered, voice trembling, body trembling with overstimulation. Her hips pressed back against him with each thrust, helpless and begging, completely consumed by the pleasure he was forcing into her.
He smirked darkly, leaning down to bite the back of her neck, savoring the sounds she made. He growled, pounding into her with brutal force.
Mia’s cries grew louder, hips bucking despite him holding her still, body trembling from the intensity. “Ahhhh… Alexander… oh God…” she gasped, the pleasure spiraling out of control, every nerve alight, every muscle straining under him.
Finally, with one last powerful thrust, she shattered beneath him, screaming his name, body convulsing violently as he followed moments later, groaning deep and low, marking her completely.
Alexander stayed inside her just long enough to feel her trembling, stilling beneath him, then pulled back slightly, letting her gasp for air. Without warning, he flipped them over so she was on her back, legs spread wide, her wrists pinned again above her head.
He slanted over her, chest pressing hers down into the bed, his shaft teasingly brushing along her folds before he shoved inside in a single, brutal thrust. Mia cried out, hips jerking involuntarily as he sank deep, every inch stretching her perfectly, aggressively.
“Mmhhh!” she moaned, fingers clawing at the sheets, legs instinctively wrapping around him, urging him in deeper. Every rough thrust made her tremble, every growl from him sending shivers through her.
Alexander’s hands gripped her thighs, forcing them open, holding her flush against him as he drove into her with merciless force.
Mia’s body arched, her chest pressing into his, moans broken, desperate, and high-pitched. “Ahhhh…” she gasped, hips bucking back, every nerve alight with the savage pleasure he was giving her.
Alexander leaned down, biting and nipping at her neck, growling low, his thrusts punishing yet controlled, every movement claiming her completely. He held her steady with one hand on her hip, the other gripping her throat lightly.
Her cries grew louder, body trembling uncontrollably as he drove her toward another shattering climax, her hips pressing against him with desperate need.
With one final, powerful, merciless thrust, she exploded again, screaming his name, shivering violently beneath him as he followed seconds later, groaning deep, dark.
The room was silent except for the ragged rhythm of their breathing. Alexander’s body pressed close to hers, his breath hot against her skin.
Mia tried to slip out of his grasp, breathless and trembling, but Alexander’s hands were faster. One gripped her hip, the other slid under her arm, pulling her back against him with a low, rough growl. “Where are you going already?”
Before she could answer, he shifted their position, flipping her over, and drove into her again, hard and fast. Each thrust was brutal, claiming her completely. Mia gasped, moaning, her body writhing under his relentless strokes.
Now that he finally had her, he didn’t let a single moment pass without being inside her. Every time she tried to pull away, he only held her tighter.
Time blurred after that. The night stretched endlessly, until dawn light crept through the curtains, but Alexander barely slowed. “It’s… morning,” Mia whispered weakly, looking up into his eyes. “Mr. Graves, I’m tired.”
He lifted his gaze, eyes gleaming with amusement. His hand slid slowly up her body—from her waist, tracing her curves, to her cheek. He brushed his thumb against her lips and leaned in, kissing her tenderly.
In one smooth motion, he flipped their positions, pulling her on top of him. His hands gripped her hips firmly. “Your turn,” he murmured, his tone dark and commanding. “Ride me,” he said, his gaze burning as he took in every inch of her.
Mia trembled at the command. She hadn’t thought he would still have the energy to continue. Her body shivered.
Just then, a faint sound came from beyond the door—the clatter of dishes and quiet footsteps downstairs.
“Mr. Graves, look—the maids have come to prepare breakfast for you,” she said, trying to get off him. “I will go and take a bath and then—”
Alexander shot up, sitting while gripping her waist to hold her still in his lap. His hand shot out to snatch the phone off the table and dialed a number. Then he looked into her eyes again.
As the call was answered, he instructed, “Allen, make everyone leave the house. No one is to come to work until I say.”