Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Alexander
I watched Sofia skip away, then turned my gaze back to Anna. She was still sitting at the table, her cheeks flushed from our daughter's innocent chatter, her green eyes shimmering in the afternoon light as she looked at me, all flustered.
My throat tightened. For five years, I'd never stopped wanting her, and now, seeing her like this—shy and adorable—a fierce need to protect and claim her surged inside me.
I was about to say something to break the charged silence when Anna suddenly stood and walked toward me slowly.
She didn't speak, just locked those captivating eyes on mine. Then she did something that caught me off guard—she reached out and gently took my hand.
Her palm was warm and soft, her fingertips trembling with a clear message: invitation, desire, and emotions she'd held back too long.
It hit me hard. Anna taking the lead threw me off, but mostly it flooded me with wild joy. For five years, I'd waited for her to accept me again, and now she was reaching out.
"Alexander," she said softly, her voice shaking a bit, "I think... we need to talk."
I didn't resist as she pulled me up from the dining room. We crossed the hallway, climbing the stairs to the master bedroom. I stared at her determined back, feeling a satisfaction like never before.
I'd waited too damn long for this.
As soon as we stepped inside, Anna locked the door behind us. She turned to face me, no hesitation in her eyes anymore.
"That night five years ago," she whispered, "I thought it was just a beautiful accident. But now I get it—it wasn't an accident. It was fate."
She rose on her toes and kissed me.
The kiss poured out five years of pent-up emotion—longing, hunger, hope for what was ahead. I kissed her back hard, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other wrapping around her waist, pulling her tight against me.
"Anna," I gasped between kisses, "you sure about this?"
"I've never been surer of anything," she said, her eyes blazing with certainty.
A nameless fire ignited in my chest. I gripped the back of her head, twisting her long hair around my fingers, while my other hand claimed her slim waist, molding her body to mine.
Her lips were soft and scorching. I felt her full breasts press against my chest, those soft curves making my blood roar.
My tongue invaded her mouth deeper, stealing her sweetness, sucking in her breath. Her body trembled, hands climbing my shoulders, nails digging lightly into my skin—that faint sting only cranked my excitement higher.
My cock was already rock-hard in my pants, pressing against her belly, the fabric doing nothing to hide my need.
I was about to scoop her up and carry her to the bed when Anna shoved me back hard. The sudden push stunned me, and before I could react, she knocked me flat onto the mattress.
I lay there on my back, staring up at her as she loomed over me at the edge of the bed. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, green eyes foggy with lust and a teasing smirk playing on her lips.
"Alexander, this time, it's my turn."
She climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips with a deliberate grace that made my pulse thunder.
Her thighs squeezed against my sides, warm and firm, pinning me down in the best possible way.
I could feel the heat radiating from her core through our clothes, and it drove me wild.
My hands instinctively reached for her waist, but she batted them away with a playful slap, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Not yet," she murmured, her voice husky and commanding. "Let me take care of you first."
She leaned down, her hair cascading like a curtain around us, and captured my mouth in a searing kiss.
Her tongue danced with mine, bold and insistent, while her hands roamed over my chest, fingers deftly unbuttoning my shirt.
She peeled it open, exposing my skin to the cool air of the room, and trailed her nails lightly down my abs, sending shivers racing through me.
God, she was a vision—flushed cheeks, lips swollen from our kisses, and that fire in her eyes that said she was done holding back. Her dress hugged her curves perfectly, the fabric straining against her breasts as she moved.
Her hands slid lower, palming the bulge in my pants. I groaned into her mouth, hips bucking up involuntarily. She broke the kiss with a soft laugh, her breath hot against my ear. "Eager, aren't you? I've wanted this too."
She unzipped my fly slowly, teasingly, her fingers brushing against my throbbing length through the fabric.
When she finally freed me, my cock sprang out, hard and heavy, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
Anna's eyes darkened with hunger as she wrapped her hand around me, stroking firmly from base to tip.
"Fuck, Anna," I growled, my voice rough. Her grip was perfect—warm, confident, squeezing just right as she pumped me steadily. She twisted her wrist on the upstroke, thumb circling the sensitive head, spreading the slickness and making me throb harder.
I watched her, mesmerized, as she worked me over.
Her other hand joined in, cupping my balls gently, rolling them in her palm while she stroked faster.
The dual sensation had me gritting my teeth, pleasure building like a storm.
"Just like that," I muttered, my hands fisting the sheets to keep from grabbing her.
She leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against my chest through her dress, and whispered, "You feel so good in my hand. So thick and hard for me." Her words sent a jolt straight to my core, and I thrust up into her fist, chasing the friction.
But she wasn't done. With a wicked smile, she released me just long enough to grab the hem of her top and yank it off in one fluid motion. Her bra came next, unclasped and tossed aside, revealing her full, perfect breasts—nipples hardened into tight peaks, begging for attention.
She pressed forward, dragging her tits across my bare chest, the soft skin gliding over mine in a delicious friction.
Her nipples scraped against my pecs, sending sparks of heat through me.
At the same time, her hand returned to my cock, stroking in rhythm with her movements, up and down, twisting just enough to make me groan.
"Anna... shit, that feels incredible," I rasped, my hands finally breaking free to cup her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples. She moaned, arching into my touch, but kept her focus on me, her strokes growing firmer, faster.
The room filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing, the slick slide of her hand on my shaft.
I was leaking steadily now, her palm slick with it, and the way her breasts rubbed against me—warm, heavy, perfect—pushed me closer to the edge.
But I held back, wanting more, needing to feel her completely.
She sensed it, her green eyes locking onto mine as she sat up straighter. Still straddling me, she reached back and unzipped her skirt, shimmying it down her hips along with her panties. She kicked them off the bed, leaving her completely bare above me.
Fuck, she was stunning. Her pussy was right there, glistening with arousal, lips swollen and pink. I could see how wet she was, her inner thighs shiny with it, and the scent of her—musky and sweet—hit me like a drug.
"You're soaked," I said, voice low and hungry. "All for me."
She nodded, biting her lip as she positioned herself over my cock, rubbing the head against her entrance. "I've missed this. Missed you inside me."
With a slow, deliberate motion, she sank down, taking me inch by inch. Her tight heat enveloped me, walls clenching as she adjusted to my size. We both moaned at the sensation—her pussy gripping me like a vise, hot and wet, pulling me deeper.
She started riding me, hips rolling in a steady rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each movement. I watched, transfixed, as she took control, grinding down hard, her clit rubbing against my pelvis for extra friction.
But I couldn't stay passive forever. My hands roamed her body—one sliding up to knead her breast, pinching the nipple between my fingers, rolling it until she gasped. The other gripped her hip, guiding her, urging her to go faster. "Harder, Anna. Fuck me like you mean it."
She complied, her pace quickening, slamming down onto me with abandon. The bed creaked under us, her moans filling the air—sharp, needy sounds that drove me insane. I thrust up to meet her, our bodies slapping together, sweat slicking our skin.
My free hand dipped between us, finding her clit and circling it with my thumb. She cried out, her rhythm faltering for a second before she leaned into it, riding me even wilder. "Alexander... oh God, yes!"
I played with her relentlessly—one hand teasing her breast, pinching and tugging, the other rubbing her clit in tight circles while my hips bucked up, driving deep. She was so responsive, her pussy fluttering around me, squeezing tighter with every thrust.
We moved together, lost in the heat—her nails raking my chest, my fingers digging into her flesh. The pleasure built, coiling tight in my gut, and I could feel her getting close too, her breaths coming in short gasps, body trembling.
"Don't stop," she panted, grinding down hard, her walls pulsing. "I'm... I'm coming!"
That did it. Her orgasm hit, her pussy clamping down like a fist, milking me as she shuddered above me. The sight of her—head thrown back, lips parted in ecstasy—pushed me over the edge. I thrust up one last time, burying myself deep, and came hard, spilling into her with a guttural groan.
Waves of pleasure crashed through us, our bodies locked together, riding out the aftershocks. She collapsed onto my chest, both of us panting, spent and satisfied.
For a long moment, we just lay there, hearts pounding in sync. Finally, she lifted her head, a soft smile on her lips. "That was... intense."
I chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Yeah. And worth every second of waiting."
We stayed like that, tangled and content, until the world outside started creeping back in.
As dusk fell, we lay tangled on the bed, Anna's head resting on my chest, my fingers gently stroking her soft hair. The room was quiet, just our steady breaths filling the space.
"Alexander," she said softly, "I have a question for you."
"What is it?"
"That night five years ago, did you ever think we'd see each other again?"
I paused, then answered honestly. "Every day. For five years, every single day, I thought about you, wondered what it'd be like if we met again."
She looked up at me. "Really?"
"Really," I said, kissing her forehead lightly. "Anna, you have no idea what you mean to me. These past five years, I tried to forget you, tried dating others, but no one could take your place."
Tears welled in her eyes. "Me too. I thought I could raise Sofia alone, live independently. But late at night, I'd always think of you, of how amazing that night was."
"Now we're together," I said. "And Sofia accepts me. We can be a real family."
"But your identity..." she said, worry creeping in. "My job, those threats..."
"None of that matters," I said firmly. "I'll protect you both. Our family. No matter what comes, I won't let anyone hurt you."
She nodded, nestling back against my chest. "I trust you."
In that warm moment, a soft knock came from outside.
"Mr. Volkov," Mark's voice called through the door, "Miss Sofia is looking for you and Miss Anna."
We exchanged a glance and couldn't help laughing.
"We'll be right down," I replied.
We quickly straightened our clothes and walked out hand in hand. On the stairs, we ran into Sofia searching for us.
"Mommy! Alex!" she cried, running over happily. "Where were you? I've been looking everywhere!"
"We were upstairs talking," Anna said gently. "Now we're here to join you."
"Yay!" Sofia grabbed our hands. "Mark says dinner's gonna be awesome, with my favorite chocolate cake!"
Seeing Sofia so happy and Anna by my side filled me with a satisfaction I'd never known.
This was the life I wanted—a lover, a daughter, a complete, warm home.
Sure, dangers lurked outside, but here in this manor, in this home, we were safe. Happy.
And I'd guard that happiness with my life.