Page 3 of His Dark Pull

“Don’t stop,”I whisper and push him down toward the wetness in my panties, calling his name. I want him, and my breath quickens as he tugs off his shirt, exposing his bare chest.

“Oh,I won’t, not until you beg me to.”His husky voice fades as he goes down lower, and I squirm as he pulls up my skirt and kisses my belly, slowly going lower until he reaches the lining of my lace panties. He runs a finger up and down them, caressing my slit and making me shiver. “You’re such a delight, Ava,”he murmurs. “All that wetness just for me.”

Please take them off already.Hedoes, and I can’t hold myself still any longer. I grab his hair and push him down between my thighs, and he starts licking and sucking as if it’s everything he needs in life. Oh, how I’ve missed him— this.It’slike we haven’t been apart, his body is so familiar, his touch, his tongue playing games with me like it used to. I’m close now, just a few more seconds. I want to feel him inside me already.

He holds my hands in a firm grip, and I know there’s nowhere to escape. Not that I want to.

“Oh, yes.”

“You like that, don’t you, my naughty girl?”

He keeps going, his tongue’s strokes stronger and faster now. It feels amazing.Holy shit.

“More, Alexander,”I moan as I explode. It’s like all the colors of the rainbow come smashing down. I gasp and try to catch my breath, but he doesn’t stop. He thrusts two fingers inside me and curls them, pumping them in and out.

Oh— I can’t, I can’t.

“Alexander, it’s too much. Please—”I can barely contain myself, the pleasure I’m feeling is almost unbearable.

“Do you want me to stop?”he whispers, making his way to my ear, his two fingers still inside me, caressing me. I don’t even know what is happening anymore. I grab the edge of the couch to steady myself.

He pulls my two arms up above my head and pins me down.

“Tell me you want me to stop, and I’ll stop.”He kisses my breasts hungrily, painfully. I can feel it. It’s exhilarating. His eyes are those of a wild animal.

His bare chest presses against mine as he continues pleasuring me, twisting my swollen nipples. His other finger is torturing my clit, as he smells me.

“Oh yes, you’re so perfectly fuckable,”he groans.

I’m about to explode again, but I hold myself back, his face inches from mine. I cry out in pain and pleasure as he sinks his teeth into my nipples.

“You are so special, Ava. You’re so perfect,”he mumbles between bites. Now his mouth is on mine, he bites my lower lip, adding another finger inside me. I moan, coming as a gush of wetness pools between my legs. I need him inside me now.

“I want you, Alexander. Fuck me.”

I don’t even remember at what point his pants came off, but I feel him settle at my entrance. I need Alexander Bourne inside me now.

He enters me, filling mefully, and I moan as he grabs my hips. I move my hips against his hard dick hammering into me, matching his rhythm. His hands run over my belly, up over my breasts, as he puts a finger in my mouth, fucking it. He thrusts again and again, and my mind fades into an oblivion of pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful, so fucking tight,”he says, his gaze on me as he pulls back to the tip before entering to fill me again. My lips are parted, letting out moans of ecstasy as another climax builds. His one hand runs up my exposed breast, in between them, tantalizing me as he grazes over my sore nipples.

Come on, Alexander.

“Please,”I murmur, my breath getting heavy. I leadhishead to my breast, and he sucks on my nipple, the other hand behind my back, making sure I hit every thrust with him. I can feel himinside, so deep, and it feels so good. His eyes are dark with desire as he takes in all of me. I grit my teeth, and Alexander slams into me again, harder this time, his eyes growing even darker.

“You’re so perfect, Ava. So wet for me,”he says. His words push me to the edge, and I can feel him therewith me. His breath is heavy, and his eyes are dark. “Come for me, my dirty queen,”he growls as he shoves himself inside me and empties himself.

I moan and grab his back as I come again in a blast of sweat and emotions, of rainbows and darkness. I let out a deep breath and press myself against this man.

The years of anger and hurt melt away, leaving only the raw, passionate love we once shared. Deep down, I know this is a mistake, an uncertain surrender to the man who shattered me once before. Yet, I am powerless to resist. I’m enthralled by Alexander, just as I always have been.

* * *

I wake with a gasp, the phantom sensation of his lips still lingering on mine. The scent of leather and cedarwood clings to the sheets. My hand instinctively reaches for the empty space beside me, the cold sheets a slap of reality.

He’s gone.

Sunlight, filtered by gauzy curtains, paints the bedroom in shades of gold and shadow. The richness of the burgundy walls, the dark wood furniture, the Renaissance painting of a woman with flowing hair – it all feels like a different world, that both intimidates and captivates me.

---