Chapter 73 The Claim
Isabella — POV
The steam curled around us, thick and intimate, turning the shower into a private world where nothing else existed.
Alexander stepped under the spray naked, water carving glistening paths down every hard line of his body—broad shoulders, carved chest, the deep V that disappeared below his waist.
His cock was already rigid, thick and straining, the head flushed dark and glistening with pre-cum.
He didn’t speak at first. He simply reached for me with both hands, fingers sliding up my wet arms until he cradled my face like it was something fragile and priceless.
Then he kissed me.
Slow. Devastating. Like he was trying to pour every unspoken word into my mouth. His tongue stroked mine in long, languid sweeps, tasting me like I was the only thing keeping him sane. I moaned against his lips and he answered with a low, guttural sound that vibrated through my chest.
He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, breathing hard. “You have no idea,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “No fucking idea how much I need you.”
His hands slid down, possessive, reverent. One cupped the back of my neck; the other drifted lower, tracing the curve of my spine, then gripping my ass to pull me flush against him. His erection pressed hot and insistent against my stomach.
“I almost lost you,” he whispered, lips brushing mine with every word.
“Two days ago I thought I’d never feel this again. Never hear you say my name like that. Never taste you.”
He kissed me again, harder this time, teeth grazing my bottom lip.
“You’re mine, Isabella. You’ve always been mine. Even when I was too fucking stupid to admit it.”
He sank to his knees in front of me, water streaming over his dark hair and shoulders. Big hands wrapped around my hips, thumbs pressing into the soft skin just above my mound. He looked up at me—eyes black with hunger, with something feral and tender all at once.
“Open for me, baby,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Let me worship what’s mine.”
I lifted one foot to the marble ledge, spreading myself wide. The cool air hit my soaked folds for a heartbeat before his mouth covered me.
His tongue was slow torture.
A long, deliberate lick from my entrance to my clit, savoring every inch.
He groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, the sound rumbling straight through my core.
Then he focused—circling my clit with the flat of his tongue, over and over, unhurried and relentless.
My fingers twisted in his wet hair, hips jerking involuntarily.
“God, you taste so fucking good,” he murmured against me, lips vibrating against my swollen flesh. “I could live between your thighs forever. Just like this. Drinking you. Making you come on my tongue until you can’t remember anything but my name.”
He sucked my clit into his mouth—gentle suction at first, then harder, pulling sharp pleasure from me until my thighs shook. Two thick fingers pushed inside, curling slow and deep, stroking that spot that made my vision blur.
“Look at me,” he ordered softly, never stopping the rhythm of his tongue. “Watch how much I love this. Watch how fucking obsessed I am with making you feel good.”
Our eyes locked. His were burning—dark, intense, completely undone. He pumped his fingers in time with each flick of his tongue, slow drags that built the pressure until I was grinding shamelessly against his face.
“You belong to me,” he growled between licks. “This pussy. This body. This heart. All of it. Say it.”
“I belong to you,” I gasped, voice breaking.
“Louder.”
“I belong to you, Alexander.”
He rewarded me by sucking harder, fingers curling deeper. “That’s right. Mine. Always fucking mine.”
The orgasm ripped through me like lightning.
My back bowed off the wall, a raw cry tearing from my throat as my walls clamped down around his fingers, pulsing hard and wet.
He didn’t stop—kept licking, kept sucking, kept drinking every shuddering wave until my legs gave out completely and I was boneless, trembling against the tiles.
Alexander rose slowly, water sluicing off his shoulders, his gaze never leaving mine.
He stepped in close again, hands sliding under my thighs.
With effortless strength he lifted me, pressing my back to the cool marble while my front molded to the heat of his chest.
Face to face. Heart to heart. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, ankles locking behind him as he pinned me higher against the wall.
“Eyes on me,” he growled softly, voice thick with need. “I want to watch you take every inch.”
He shifted his hips, the broad, flushed head of his cock nudging my oversensitive entrance.
Then he thrust—hard and deep—one powerful stroke that seated him fully inside me.
My mouth opened on a choked scream; the stretch was overwhelming, his thick length splitting me open, every veined inch forcing my walls to yield until I felt him deep in my core.
The sheer size of him made my pussy flutter and clench around him, still pulsing from the first orgasm, trying desperately to accommodate how completely he filled me.
“Fuck—so tight,” he hissed, forehead pressed to mine, breath ragged. “This cunt was made for me. Only me.”
He began to move—hard, relentless strokes that lifted me up the wall with every upward snap of his hips, then dropped me back down onto his length.
My body slid against the slick marble; my breasts bounced wildly between us, nipples tight and aching.
Water cascaded over us, turning every glide obscene—his thick cock dragging out almost to the tip, veins standing out, glistening with my arousal, then slamming back in with a wet, echoing slap.
My heels dug into his ass, urging him deeper as he bounced me up and down his shaft.
Each powerful thrust drove the head of his cock against that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks racing through my nerves.
My eyes started to roll back, lashes fluttering, vision blurring at the edges from the intensity.
He ducked his head, catching one bouncing nipple between his lips—sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before his tongue swirled roughly over it.
He switched to the other, latching on with hungry pulls while his hips never faltered.
The combination—his hot mouth on my breasts, his huge cock pounding into me—pushed me toward the edge again so fast I could barely breathe.
“Alexander—!” My voice cracked, high and desperate.
“Scream it louder,” he snarled against my skin, tugging my nipple with his teeth before soothing it with a slow lick. “Scream my name so everyone knows who you belong to.”
“Alexander—oh God—Alexander!”
He fucked me harder, hips snapping with brutal precision.
The thick ridge of his cock dragged along my front wall on every withdrawal, then plunged back in, stretching me wide again and again.
My pussy clenched and fluttered around him, dripping down his shaft, coating his balls.
The wet, filthy rhythm filled the steam—slap-slap-slap—mingled with my broken moans and his low, guttural groans.
I couldn’t form words—only sob his name, nails raking down his shoulders, leaving red trails. Another climax coiled tight and vicious, fueled by the relentless grind of his pelvis against my clit.
“Come for me,” he commanded, sucking hard on my nipple again, hips pistoning faster. “Come all over your husband’s cock. Milk me. Show me how much you love me.”
The orgasm exploded through me like wildfire.
My body seized—back arching off the wall, thighs clamping around his waist, a raw scream tearing from my throat as I came harder than before.
My walls spasmed violently around his thickness, rippling and squeezing, pulling him deeper.
Stars burst behind my eyelids; my eyes rolled back completely, body shaking uncontrollably in his arms.
He kept thrusting through it, hard, erratic now, chasing his own release.
“Fuck, Isabella, mine, ” One final, brutal plunge buried him to the hilt.
He came with a guttural roar, cock pulsing thick and hot inside me, flooding me with heavy spurts until I felt it leaking out around his base, dripping down my thighs to mix with the shower water.
He held me there a long moment, my back against the wall, legs still locked around him, his cock softening slowly but staying buried deep. His forehead rested against mine, breaths mingling with the steam.
“You’re mine,” he murmured hoarsely, voice thick with possession and quiet awe. “Every scream. Every shudder. Every inch of you.”
I nodded weakly, trembling, utterly spent and utterly his.
Only when my breathing began to steady did he ease me down, feet touching the wet tile on shaky legs. He shut off the water, wrapped me in a thick, warm towel, then scooped me up again, cradling me against his chest as he carried me from the bathroom.
He laid me gently on the massive bed, silk sheets cool against my heated skin. The room was quiet now, golden light filtering through the windows, wrapping us in a softer intimacy. He crawled over me, slow and deliberate, settling between my thighs.
This time there was no rush.
He kissed me deeply, slow, reverent, letting me taste the lingering salt of us both. When he pulled back, his eyes searched mine with something raw and unguarded.
“I love you,” he said, voice rough with emotion.
“I love you so fucking much ” He brushed damp strands of hair from my face.
“I really meant it when I said I was lost before you. Completely fucking lost. And then you walked into my life and turned everything upside down. I can’t breathe without you, Isabella. I don’t want to.”
He slid back inside me with one long, slow glide—the stretch exquisite now, tender and full. He rolled his hips in a gentle rhythm, grinding deep, every movement a quiet promise.
“I’m so fucking crazy about you,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Crazy in love. Crazy possessive. Crazy terrified I’ll wake up and this will all be gone.” Another slow thrust. “So I’m going to remind you every single day, every hour, every minute—how much you mean to me.”
“You’re everything.” Another deep glide. “My obsession. My salvation. My wife.”
Tears slipped down my temples. He kissed them away, still moving inside me with that devastating tenderness—slow, deep, rolling his hips so the base of his cock brushed my clit with every stroke.
“I love you,” he breathed against my mouth. “I love you when you’re angry. I love you when you’re soft. I love you when you’re coming apart under me like this.” His voice dropped lower, raw. “I love how wet you get for me. How tight you squeeze me. How you say my name like a prayer when you come.”
My climax built slowly this time, coiling warm and inevitable. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, nails lightly scoring his back.
“Come with me,” he rasped softly. “Let me feel you fall apart while I’m buried inside what’s mine. Let me feel how much you love me back.”
“I love you,” I cried, voice trembling. “I love you, Alexander. So much.”
His rhythm stayed measured, but the intensity deepened. Every thrust felt like a vow sealed in skin. My walls fluttered, then clenched hard around him as the orgasm washed over me—long, rolling waves that milked his cock. I sobbed his name, clinging to him.
He followed with a broken groan, burying himself to the hilt. “Fuck—Isabella—” Hot pulses filled me, deep and endless, until I felt it leaking out around where we were joined.
He didn’t pull out.
He rolled us so I lay draped across his chest, his cock still buried inside me, softening slowly. His arms locked around me like he’d never let go.
“I’m never letting you go,” he murmured into my hair, voice thick with emotion. “You’re mine. Forever. Say you know that.”
“I know,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I’m yours.”
He tilted my chin up, eyes shining with fierce tenderness. “And I’m yours. Completely fucking yours. No one else. Never again.”
He kissed me softly—lingering, reverent—then tucked me against his heart.
“Forever starts right now,” he said quietly.
And in the golden hush of our new bedroom, with his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek and his arms holding me like I was his entire world, I believed every word.