Chapter 18 My First
Her heart slammed against her ribs, every second stretching unbearably. Her body melted into his, pressed tight, breath stolen as his lips and tongue attacked hers with a feral hunger. She gasped, tried to pull back, but he was everywhere.
Her hands flew to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer.
His eyes drifted to hers for just a moment—dark, blazing, dangerous. Starving. She’d never seen such raw need, and it sent a shiver straight through her.
Then, without warning, his hands slid behind her knees and lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, legs clinging to his waist as he pressed her tight against him, groin to groin, every inch of him claiming her.
His hands gripped her hips, holding her impossibly close as he carried her up the stairs.
One hand tangled in her hair, pulling her lips to his again and again, tongue sliding into hers, biting, sucking, tasting, devouring.
She moaned, helpless, breathless, barely able to keep up with the ferocity of him.
They reached the bedroom, and with a sharp kick, he slammed the door shut.
He spun her around, pressed her back to the wall, and claimed her neck. Lips, tongue, teeth, all of it. Nipping, biting, licking, sucking. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady while his mouth drove her wild.
Mia’s back arched, breath hitching, moans spilling out uncontrollably. “Ahhh… oh god…”
Pain didn’t exist. Shame didn’t exist. Only his hands, his mouth, his body against hers, the fire of his desire consuming her. Every nip, every lick, every press of his lips made her tremble, helpless, lost, burning with need.
“Alexander…” she gasped, desperate, wild, needing, as he crushed her tighter to him, devouring her mouth again and again.
That sound only fueled him further. His lips turned feral, teeth grazing her skin, tongue licking, sucking, biting every inch of her neck. Mia’s breath hitched, shallow, ragged—she could barely breathe as heat spread through her body.
“Ah… Alexander…” she gasped, but he didn’t slow.
Alexander pulled back slightly, eyes darkening as they fell on her neck—completely covered in his marks, red and hungry, proof of his ferocity. His chest tightened with need, raw and insatiable, desire clawing through him.
Without a word, he yanked her from the wall, almost stumbling under the weight of his own hunger, and stalked to the bed. He dropped her onto it with a growl, and immediately climbed over her, pressing her body into the mattress. Patience was gone—every inch of him burned to claim her.
“Ah… ohh…” Mia gasped as his mouth attacked her neck again, teeth grazing, tongue licking, sucking, biting. His lips left fiery trails over her skin.
His hands roamed without mercy. The one that had gripped her hip slid up, tracing the curve of her thigh, sliding over the edge of her panties, teasing higher along the side of her waist, grazing the swell of her bra. She trembled violently beneath him, a shudder ripping through her body.
He didn’t stop. One hand snaked under her arm, twisting her wrist above her head, the other hand gripping hers tightly, holding her still. His fingers slid under her dress again, pushing her clothes aside, brushing against the wet heat of her softness.
“Ahhh…” she moaned, body arching into him, hips lifting instinctively.
Her skin was soft, pliant, intoxicating. He groaned deep in his throat, rough and hungry, unable to stop. Every stroke of his fingers, every brush over her skin, sent fire crawling through him. Restraint had completely vanished—he wanted her, every inch, every curve, every sound escaping her lips.
His hand moved from her thighs, up the side of her hips, over the thin silk of her panties, climbing to her waist, then pressing greedily against the swell of her breasts through her bra.
He cupped her, kneading, rolling, squeezing, fingertips teasing the soft peaks that felt like milk, like they were made only for him, leaving him aching for more.
But his hunger didn’t stop. His hand slid again, rough and impatient, gripping the middle of her dress. With a sharp pull, the thin fabric ripped under his fingers, tearing from the center and exposing her upper body completely to him.
His mouth never left her neck, devouring, biting, licking. Tongue swiping over her collarbone, up to her ear, nipping the lobe, sliding back to the back of her ear, down again to her neck, licking the same spots over and over, leaving fire in its wake.
“Ohhh… ahhh…” Mia cried, trembling violently, every nerve alive, pleasure coursing through her in uncontrollable, breathless waves. Her body writhed under him, and it only made him hungrier, rougher.
His hand slipped down, fingers finding the clasp of her bra from underneath the ripped dress. With a sharp snap, it came undone, the bra flying off carelessly as he pushed aside the dress over her mounds.
His mouth, still on her neck, slid down slowly. His eyes drank in her bare breasts, large, soft, perfect.
His fingers traced the curve of her bare breast, kneading the soft flesh, rolling her peak between his thumb and forefinger. He groaned deep in his throat, low, feral, the sound vibrating against her chest.
“Ahhh…” Mia moaned, hips arching instinctively, pressing herself against him, hands clawing at his back, fingers tangling in his hair. Her body trembled violently, every nerve alive, every inch of her on fire.
His mouth abandoned her neck entirely, descending until his lips hovered over her breast. He nipped lightly at the taut skin, sucking, biting, swirling his tongue around the pink peak. She cried out, back arching, hands gripping him desperately.
“Oh God…!” she gasped, voice breaking, body shivering uncontrollably.
Alexander’s hands were everywhere, one gripping her hip, the other roaming over the other breast with the same rough need. He kneaded, pinched, bit, licked. Her moans, her trembles, her desperate gasps only drove him wilder, hungrier.
His teeth grazed the soft skin again, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. Mia could barely breathe, barely think.
Her body writhed under him. “Mmmmhhh…” she cried, moans spilling out, every sound pushing him further over the edge.
His hand pulled the rest of her ripped dress off with rough urgency, leaving her clad only in her panties. But even that wasn’t enough. He trembled with raw need for her.
Mia shivered in the cold room, her gaze locking with his. She looked completely undone, the red marks his mouth had left across her neck and chest stark against her pale skin.
The hunger in his eyes flared, growing fiercer with each passing second. His chest heaved, every breath loud and urgent. Finally, his mouth descended again, gliding down her stomach, across the marks he had already claimed, trailing lower.
“Oh…” Mia shivered.
Alexander’s need surged, each soft sound she made fueling his hunger. The urge to claim her completely was overwhelming. He trailed downward, from the curve of her stomach to the warmth of her thighs.
By now, Mia was breathing so heavily that every inhale was a struggle. His lips found her sensitive center. Her hands shot out to grab his shoulders, her whole body trembling as she gasped his name. “Mr. Graves… I can’t take it anymore,” she whispered, voice shaking.
She tried to push him back and climb on top, but he immediately grabbed her wrists, forcing her to sit up as he held her hands firmly behind her back.
His face hovered above hers, eyes locking onto hers challengingly.
“Right now… this is my turn,” he growled.
“You don’t get to take it away from me, Mia. ”
Mia’s eyes pleaded with him, but there was no hint of mercy in his gaze. In that moment, she realized that even though he would do everything she asked, in bed, he wouldn’t let her have an inch of control.
He leaned over and grabbed the ripped dress he had tossed aside.
Pulling her wrists forward, he wrapped the fabric around her wrists, tying them firmly, the silk biting gently at her skin.
Her pulse raced as he lifted her arms, forcing her onto her back.
The bed dipped under her weight, the room charged with a quiet, dangerous tension.
Alexander’s eyes darkened as he leaned closer. He parted her legs with a possessive sweep of his hands, and his lips descended, pressing against her heat. His tongue found her heat, licking it hungrily at once.
“Oh…” she cried.
Every brush of his lips against her skin sent sparks of heat curling through her body, igniting a desperate, delicious tension she had never felt before.
As he watched her respond, his own desire surged beyond control. His saliva dripped onto her soft folds as his tongue traced and explored every sensitive inch, suckling her clit with ravenous need.
“Alexander, please,” Mia whimpered, trying to squirm, but Alexander had her legs pinned firmly to the bed. Her cries and gasps only spurred him on.
At the same time, he slid two fingers inside her, moving them slowly at first, then deeper, rhythmically, as if they had a mind of their own. Each stroke hit the exact spots that made her shiver uncontrollably, her wetness glistening with every move.
Her body trembled, chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
She grabbed the back of Alexander’s head as he held her down by her legs, tugging at his hair in desperate misery, crying out.
Down between her thighs, Alexander traced her soft, slick heat with his tongue, mixing saliva and her own wetness as his fingers relentlessly thrust in and out of her.
She could barely catch her breath, let alone stay still.
Her hips moved on their own, trying in vain to escape, but he held her firmly.
“Ahhh…” she cried out into his mouth as her body convulsed with release.