Chapter 47 #2
He takes his time, tongue flicking over one nipple while his fingers tease the other, switching sides until I’m writhing beneath him, breath hitched and thighs already squeezing with anticipation of what’s to come.
“Lex,” it’s barely a whisper.
He doesn’t answer. Just keeps going. His mouth glides down my stomach, slow, hot, and wet until he reaches the waistband of my shorts.
He undoes the button, tugs the zipper down, and starts peeling them off inch by inch, leaving a trail of open-mouth kisses down my hips, my thighs, and the inside of my knee.
Then he shifts, dragging his hands back up my legs. He grips my thighs and buries his face between them like a man starved.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Baby, you taste like fucking heaven.”
He’s rough with it. His tongue licking and swirling, lips sucking hard, mouth pulling moan after moan out of me like a symphony. He pushes his tongue inside me, groaning low like I’m everything he’s ever wanted.
His grip tightens, fingers digging into my thighs so hard I know I’ll bruise.
I don’t care.
My hands fly to his hair, tangling hard as I grind against his face, chasing the explosion building fast and wild. My pussy clenches tight as he shoves his tongue in deeper, his fingers find my clit, rubbing hard, fast circles until I break.
My body arches, shaking, mouth open in a silent scream as the orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. I come with his name on my lips, hands still buried in his hair like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth.
I’m still shaking, still riding the last waves of pleasure when he starts kissing his way back up my body—slow and filthy, like he’s worshiping the aftermath.
When he reaches my mouth, he hovers there, eyes locked on mine.
“Wanna know how fucking good you taste, baby?” he growls.
He kisses me deep. His tongue plunging into my mouth, letting me taste myself on him. Hot. Slick. Raw. I moan against him, already aching for more.
Lex pulls back, eyes gleaming with hunger as he sits up on his knees and stands beside the bed. I follow the motion with my eyes, still breathless as he slides his shorts down.
Holy shit.
Cade is big, no denying that. He’s plenty. More than enough to leave me breathless and aching in the best possible way. But Lex? Lex is built like a fucking weapon. Thick. Heavy. Veiny. A goddamn monster.
My eyes go wide. My lips part on instinct. There is no way that thing is going to fit without splitting me in two. I bite my lip without thinking, and of course he catches it. His eyes flicking down like a wolf spotting the first drop of blood.
“Don’t look at me like that, baby” he murmurs while stroking himself. “Not unless you’re ready to take every fucking inch.”
He climbs back over me, the tip of his cock sliding through my slick folds, teasing.
“I’ve been waiting for this for too damn long,” he mutters, voice low and wrecked.
Then he pushes in. Just the tip. Just enough to make me gasp.
“Ah!” I moan.
He doesn’t stop. Just keeps pressing forward, slow and steady, stretching me inch by impossible inch.
“Oh my God, Lex. It’s not… oh. Fuck. Lex, it’s not gonna fit—”
“Oh it’s gonna fit, baby,” he growls, eyes dark with promise. “I’ll make fucking sure of it.”
He’s big. Too big. It feels like I’m being split open, like he’s claiming a space in me no one’s ever touched.
My back arches. My nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood. My body fights and gives in all at once.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “You’re so fucking tight.”
And then, he’s in. All the way in and buried to the hilt. He groans like he’s been starving for this, forehead dropping to mine.
My breath comes out in shattered gasps. He stays buried in me for awhile. Unmoving. Letting me feel the stretch.
“I love you so much, malyshka,” he whispers as he kisses my forehead.
I blink up at him, heart doing cartwheels. “Wait, what does that mean?”
He smiles, brushing his knuckles over my cheek. “It means baby. In Russian.”
I can’t help the way my lips curve, soft and full of everything I feel for him. “I love you too.”
Then he pulls out. Fully. Just long enough to let me breathe. And slams right back in. Hard. Brutal. Like he’s trying to bury himself so deep I’ll never forget the shape of him. Never even think of another man without feeling him first.
My entire body jolts. A scream rips from my throat, raw and breathless. His rhythm is punishing. Relentless. Deep, fast, and desperate, like he’s not just fucking me, he’s taking what belongs to him.
“Lex, oh my God—”
“Feel that?” he growls, slamming in again, hand gripping my thigh to anchor me in place. “You feel who you belong to?”
I nod. Gasp. Moan.
“Say it.”
“You. Lex, you.”
“That’s right, baby. This pussy’s mine.” He bites the word like it’s sacred. “Mine to stretch. Mine to ruin. Fucking mine.”
Then his mouth drops to my breast, sucking one nipple deep into his mouth before grazing it with his teeth just enough to make me arch and cry out. My back bows off the bed, fingers clawing at his shoulders, desperate to hold onto something before I come undone.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he rasps, pulling back just far enough to meet my gaze.
“I want you to fucking look at me when you come. See who does this to you, so you always remember who it is that makes you fall apart.”
“Say it to me in Russian.”
He grins, voice low and demanding. “Glaza na menya, malyshka.”
I bite my lip, dizzy with it. “Fuck, I love when you say it like that.”
His smile goes feral. “You like that, huh?”
His hips slam forward, again and again, and I shatter. Right there under his stare. My eyes lock with those wild, ice-blue ones, as the orgasm rips through me like a supernova. My legs shake, my nails dig into his back, but I don’t look away.
I can’t.
That’s what does him in. Lex groans loud, low, and wrecked. His hips stutter, stammer, losing rhythm. He drops his head for a second like he’s about to fall apart, but I grab his face in both hands.
“Eyes on me,” I whisper, voice shaking. “That’s your rule.”
His mouth curls into the faintest, filthiest smile. “Yes, malyshka.”
And then he breaks. His whole body tenses, a guttural sound punching from his chest as he spills inside me, deep and hot and claiming. He doesn’t stop moving, just rocks into me slower now, dragging it out. Breathing hard. Whispering my name like a fucking prayer.
“Bella. Bella…” Like if he says it enough, the world will reset.
When it’s over, he doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t roll away. He just drops his forehead to mine, breath tangled with mine, still inside me. Still holding me.
“I’m never letting you go,” he whispers.
“Good,” I whisper back.
Lex groans as he finally pulls out of me, his body still trembling from the high. I’m sore, slick, and utterly wrecked, but I’ve never felt more wanted in my life.
He flops down beside me, chest heaving, skin burning hot. Then he reaches for me. He doesn’t say a word, just pulls me onto his chest, arms wrapping around my waist like he can’t stand not touching me. I melt into him, cheek pressed to his heartbeat, legs tangled with his.
We’re both sweaty, breathless, and there’s a slow, messy trail of him leaking out of me. Lex doesn’t care. He tucks my hair behind my ear, gaze soft now, voice low and full of something real.
“God, I fucking love you, malyshka.” His fingers trace down my spine, a lazy, possessive touch. “So damn much.”
I smile, still catching my breath, but he’s not done.
“Bella, I—”
Beep-beep.
Beep-beep.
The front door unlocks with a mechanical click. We both freeze. I whip my head toward the door. Lex sits up, muscles taut, heart pounding under my palm.
We hear footsteps down the hall.
And Cade walks in.