Chapter 23 #2
I’m already reaching for my bra, pulling it free as he slides my panties down my legs.
He pauses, holding them in his hands, bringing them up to his face as he inhales deeply.
His gaze flicks to the dampness there, and something in his expression darkens before he drags them into his mouth.
I stand there, transfixed by the vulgarity of it and by how much it affects me.
Heat floods through me, my body reacting to the way he takes in something so intimate, something that’s all mine.
The mess I made, just from being this close to him, from everything he said and everything he made me feel.
And I know I’ll hear those words again. Over and over.
They make me feel something good, something real, meant to replace everything that came before.
He frees his cock from his briefs, and it stands hard against him, the head flushed and leaking at the tip, and I’m already aching for a taste.
My panties slip from his mouth as he catches the hunger in my gaze.
His eyes darken, and he swipes his finger across the tip before leaning forward, brushing it over my lips, coating them in a slick sheen.
I part my lips and take it in, lapping at it greedily, taking whatever he gives me without hesitation.
He leans in and kisses me, the taste of us mixing, salt and heat, as he positions himself at my entrance.
I pull him closer, expecting him to thrust forward in one swift motion, but he pauses.
“I’ve been tested and I’m on birth control,” I blurt out, the words rushing out of me.
He smiles. His eyes catch the lights, softer now, a spark breaking through the intensity, and a dimple forms in his chin, so similar to his father’s that I’m surprised I’ve never noticed until now.
He lifts his hand, brushing lightly along my jaw.
“I'm glad. My tests were negative, too. I've never been with anyone without protection.” His thumb brushes softly across my cheek.
“I've never wanted to kiss anyone before you. It was always too intimate.” His gaze searches mine. “You're it for me, Rose.”
He confesses it, but the words don't feel like pressure.
They become gravity, grounding me when everything else feels weightless.
My eyes close for a moment because I don't know how to hold everything I'm feeling without the walls I've built to protect myself. It's all too much and still not enough.
“Alex,” I breathe, but there’s no argument left in it. No resistance.
His forehead rests lightly against mine, his cock pulsing and twitching at my entrance. “You don’t have to understand it yet,” he murmurs. “You just have to stop pretending you don’t feel it.”
He pushes into me, and I feel everything.
He begins to move, and he doesn’t hold back.
He fucks me with everything he has, raw and unrestrained.
The headboard hits the wall in an uneven rhythm as my body is driven upward with every thrust. His hands find my breasts, tugging, teasing, his mouth following.
Biting. Licking. Claiming. My fingers tangle in his hair, and I don’t know if I want to pull him closer or make him slow down.
He lifts my legs, pushing them back toward me, changing the angle, going deeper, and hitting that perfect place again and again until I’m unraveling, and an aching mix of need and pleasure.
I start to come undone. Because the truth is, I felt it from the beginning.
I’ve just been too afraid to put a name to it.
Every word settles deep inside me, uncovering something I've spent years trying to bury. I've always believed love meant surrendering control. Losing myself. But nothing about this feels like losing.
His hand rests reverently against my throat, his eyes never leaving mine as he murmurs praise, every word filled with a certainty that makes me believe him.
The walls I spent years building don't shatter beneath his touch.
They fall because I no longer need them.
I gave them up the moment I stopped pulling away.
My breath catches as pleasure builds inside me, my body tightening with every thrust. His breathing mirrors mine before he bends to capture my mouth in another searing kiss.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, and I feel too exposed.
“You look at me,” I say, my voice tremulous, but my eyes locked on his as his fingers tighten slightly around my throat, constricting enough to let me breathe, my voice coming out in a whisper.
“And when you touch me this way, with that control…I give it freely to you. Only ever you.” My voice falters, not from shame, but from the weight of my words that come next.
“It’s not new,” I whisper. “My body already knows what to do with you. Like it’s been waiting for you to claim me. ”
His breath catches slightly.
“It feels…” I hesitate as his thrust picks up, building as everything tightens and threatens to pull me under before I can finish.
“It feels like I was always going to find you.” The words barely leave me before my orgasm rips through me, pulling me apart.
I shudder, my head falling back as the intensity overtakes me, my vision spots, my body tightening around him as he follows.
Alex’s breath tickles my skin before he bites my shoulder, prolonging my orgasm as my walls continue gripping his cock tightly as he spills inside.
After, he pulls away gently and collapses beside me, drawing me into him. My hand rests against his chest, feeling its unerring rhythm beneath my palm.
“You said I’d be damned to love you, Rose,” he murmurs, his voice soft, pulling me back to that first moment on his doorstep, when I thought he’d be nothing more than a passing encounter.
He lifts my hand to his lips, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my palm.
“But this doesn’t feel like a curse, baby.
” My breathing slows as sleep begins to pull me under, my body finally giving in after everything we’ve said and done.
“It feels like a vow,” he says softly. And it’s the last thing I hear before sleep takes me.