Chapter 16 Erase His Trace #2
Finally, he let go of her leg, and she staggered upright, barely managing to stand. But he still wasn’t finished. The moment she found her footing, Alexander grabbed her waist, twisted her around, and pinned her front against the wall. His body pressed hard against her back as he bent down.
His hands went straight to his jeans, urgently unbuckling them.
Mia placed a trembling hand on his shoulder. “Mr. Graves… we should go home first,” she whispered, her body still shaking with leftover pleasure and raw need.
“There is no need for that,” Alexander growled.
He grabbed her hand and guided it down, pressing it to his zipper as he pulled himself free and placed her palm around the thick, heavy length of him.
Mia’s hand wrapped around the thick shaft, and Alexander let out a deep growl.
It became impossible for him to breathe normally when she stroked him up and down.
His eyes darkened with pleasure as she slid her hand from the tip to the base and back again.
He gripped the back of her head, pulled her closer, and captured her mouth in a hard, hungry kiss.
The kiss was rough and uncontrollable, his mouth devouring hers until Mia was trembling by the time he finally pulled away.
She looked up at him, her body shaking, but Alexander was only getting started.
He took her hand away from his shaft, stepped in close, and gripped her hip.
In the next moment, he lifted her up, her legs parting for him as he pressed her back against the wall.
Before she could even take a breath, he pushed inside her again and again.
Mia whimpered at the sudden thrust, her body trembling from the shock, but she was already so wet that he slid into her easily. His movements were rough and hungry as he buried his face in her neck, licking and sucking along her skin while thrusting into her repeatedly.
Mia couldn’t hold herself together. Her body shook, her breathing broke, and it only became worse when he didn’t stop. He grabbed her other leg too and lifted her higher against the wall, holding her up by her hips as he drove into her over and over.
Her entire body was hanging on the strength of his arms while he pounded into her. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think.
“Ahh… ahh…” she cried out, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her face pressed into his neck as he kept thrusting. Within seconds she was shaking uncontrollably, her voice breaking as she came hard around him.
But he still didn’t stop.
He only tightened his grip and thrust into her faster, harder, pushing her body up the wall with every movement. Mia trembled violently, and within seconds she came again, drenching him as she tightened around his length.
That was enough to pull a deep shudder from him. Her tightening around him made him groan, and he held her close until her body went soft and trembling in his arms. Slowly, he lowered her feet to the ground, steadying her when she almost collapsed.
He took off his shirt and wrapped it around her body.
He didn’t look any calmer, even though she had already melted in his arms. His chest was still tense, his breathing rough, and his expression set in a hard line.
A shattering breath left him before he bent down, lifted her into his arms again, and carried her toward the car.
Mia hung onto him as he carried her to the car.
He settled her in the passenger seat, then climbed in and took the driver’s seat without saying a single word.
His silence was tense, heavy, impossible for him to break.
The moment he started the car, they drove off, and it didn’t take long before he brought the vehicle to a stop again.
When Mia looked out of the window, she realized they were already home.
She didn’t understand what he planned to do, but before she could ask, he lifted her into his arms again and carried her inside the house.
The door slammed shut the second they entered, the sound echoing through the quiet space.
He didn’t pause. He carried her straight to the living room and set her down on the couch, and Mia barely had time to breathe before he grabbed her legs and lifted them up.
Her hands slid back to grip the top of the couch for support, while her other hand grabbed the seat cushion as his hand found her center.
His thumb circled her sensitive button, and within seconds she cried out. Alexander met her eyes.
“You can cry as loud as you want now,” he said. “I want to hear the sounds my wife makes.”
“Mr. Graves… haven’t we already done it earlier?” she whispered. Her voice trembled. Her body still hadn’t recovered from everything he had done to her. She looked up at him, breathless and unsteady.
Alexander removed his thumb and aligned himself at her entrance, sliding into her slowly.
“Do you really think we’re going to bed today?” he growled, his eyes locked onto hers. “I can fuck my wife for as long as I want. I have that right… don’t I?”
He reached up, took her face in his hand, and thrust deeper. Her breath caught instantly, her expression tightening as tremors shook her body.
Without warning he pulled out, then slammed back inside her again. The force stole the air from her chest.
“Aahhh—!” she cried when the sudden impact hit her. She wasn’t ready for it, and her wetness spilled out over his length, only making him fiercer.
“Only I have the right to make my wife cry like this… for as long as I like,” Alexander growled. His grip tightened on her body as he thrust into her again and again, the couch shaking beneath her as she hung onto the edges for support.
Within moments she was flooding around him, her body clenching as he pounded into her repeatedly, making her cry out, unable to breathe or think.
Alexander’s breathing stayed harsh and uneven.
The fury inside him didn’t fade. It only thickened.
His eyes stayed locked on Mia as he suddenly grabbed her, lifted her into his arms, and carried her upstairs toward the bedroom.
As they passed the hallway mirror, she caught the look on his face—cold, rigid, tightly controlled—yet burning with an emotion she couldn’t name.
He didn’t stop moving. He carried her straight into the bathroom, set her down, and the next second he flipped on the shower tap. Warm water poured down immediately, soaking through her dress and his clothes in seconds.
Through the falling water she looked up at him, searching his face. His expression was displaced, unsettled, almost distressed in a way she wasn’t used to seeing. Overwhelmed, Mia stepped closer, placed her hands on his wet face, and looked into his eyes.
“Alexander,” she whispered.
His eyes snapped toward hers in surprise, softening just slightly.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she murmured. “I’m going to stay with you. Only you.”
His stare softened again, but not enough to calm the storm inside him. His chest rose and fell too quickly. His jaw stayed tight. He kept looking at her as if afraid she might disappear if he blinked.
Then he stepped forward.
He unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to the floor, and reached for the soaked dress clinging to her body. He peeled it off her, leaving her naked under the steaming water. He tossed the drenched fabric aside and unbuckled his belt before lifting her into his arms once more.
He carried her to the bathtub, set her down inside, and turned on the tap.
Water rushed in quickly, rising around her.
He climbed in next and settled behind her, pulling her back against his chest. His arm came around her immediately, one large palm cupping her breast, while his other hand slid between her legs, gently flicking her sensitive flesh.
He lowered his face to her neck. His voice came out quieter, softer. “Does it hurt?” he asked while stroking her with slow, delicate flicks.
Mia turned her head slightly, resting her cheek on his shoulder.
“No,” she whispered. “It doesn’t.”
He softened only a little. He removed his hand from her breast and grabbed her face, pulling her into a kiss that stole her breath. It didn’t take long for the hunger in him to flare again. His mouth devoured hers, rough and desperate, as if he needed every inch of her.
He lifted her out of the water and placed her along the edge of the tub. His hands slid to her thighs, spreading them open so she was fully exposed to his gaze.
Mia’s face flushed deep red. She looked down at him and whispered, trembling, “Mr. Graves… don’t look.”
Alexander didn’t listen. He opened her legs wider, his gaze fixed intensely on her glistening pink flesh as the warm water dripped down her skin.
Then he leaned forward.
The next second his head dipped between her thighs, and his mouth sealed over her as he began licking her with deep, hungry strokes.
“M-Mr. Graves… you’ve already done this so many times,” Mia whispered, her voice breaking. “Please… I really don’t think I can anymore. I can’t…”
She tried weakly to push his shoulder, just enough to make him lift his head and look at her. His eyes locked onto hers immediately.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled, the sound raw and shaking in his throat. “You have no idea how much I need you right now. This is the only thing that calms my head.”
His hand slid up her thigh, trembling, his jaw clenching as he met her eyes again.
“I gave James a chance to come close to you,” he said, voice cracking with fury. “And I still can’t get the fucking image out of my head—him standing in front of you… touching you… trying to kiss you.”
His fingers tightened on her thigh.
“Don’t stop me,” he warned softly, dangerously. “Not unless you want to see me really lose my mind. Because right now… I don’t think I can hold myself back.”
Mia’s breath hitched. Slowly, she let her hand fall away from his shoulder.
And the very next second, Alexander dove between her legs again.