Page 47 of His Dark Pull

The rain continues to fall outside. I feel hurt, betrayed, and utterly alone, adrift in a world that has become increasingly hostile. All I can do is hold onto the hope that Alexander is okay, wherever he is, and that someday, somehow, we will find our way back to each other. I accept the undeniable truth that pulses through my veins like a shot of cheap whiskey – I am his. Irrevocably, and perhaps even stupidly, his.

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A strangled gasp escapes my lips as I shoot upright on the couch, my heart hammering against my ribs like a frantic bird trapped in a cage.

Where am I?The room is shrouded in darkness, andthe only light is a faint sliver of moonlight. A figure looms over me, its silhouette against the pale backdrop.

My breath catches in my throat, each inhale a shallow rasp that does little to fill my oxygen-starved lungs. Every instinct screams at me to run, to fight, but my body remains frozen.

Then, a soft and familiar voice slices through the darkness. “Ava,”it whispers.

“Alexander,”I breathe, the name escaping my lips in a rush of relief.

I reach out, my fingers blindly searching for his, finding solace in the warmth of his skin, the familiar callouses that speak of a life lived on the edge. I pull him down towards me, my arms wrapping around his neck, my body seeking the comfort of his body.

Is it a dream? I don’t care.Ineedthis man.

His lips meet mine, a kiss that is both tender and desperate, a kiss that speaks of longing and reassurance, of a love that transcends the darkness that surrounds us.

Our lips meet in fire and embers as if we’ve been apart for years rather than days. I can feel the warmth of his body against mine, and I revel in the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms.

His hand tangles in my hair, pulling me closer, our breaths mingling in the darkness. Every nerve ending thrums with a longing so intense it’s almost painful. I cling to him, lost in the sensations, the world shrinking until it’s just the taste of him, the scent of his cologne, the heat of his body against mine. When he finally pulls away, I’m breathless, my lips tingling, my heart pounding a wild rhythm against my ribs. A giddy laugh escapes me, and I can’t help but smile.I feel alive.

“Ava, you are perfect,”he says and caresses every inch of my body. Places that I never knew existed.

“Oh, Alexander,”I moan as I thrust my hips to meet his touch.

Our lips meet with a passion that has been simmering for weeks now. We’re tangled up in each other, our bodies pressed together as we explore each other in the darkness. I’ve never felt so alive so in the moment. His whiskey breath on me, his hands all over my body. Every touch and every kiss feels electric, and I can’t help but wonder how I ever lived without this kind of love in my life. How did I ever think I could walk away from everything we are?

As we lay together, our bodies entwined, I can feel the world’s weight lift from my shoulders. I’m safe here, in his arms, and nothing else matters. I close my eyes and let myself be consumed by the sensations and feelings that he evokes within me. “Stay with me. Never leave me again.”

“Are you sure?”he says, and I open my eyes, lost in his passionate gaze.

I tug at his dark, wild hair, pulling him down to me. “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.”

I kiss him. He rips off my pants and blouse and lifts me, and I wrap my naked legs around his body, my arms around his neck. His breath is hot on my throat, showering me with feather-like kisses as he carries me upstairs.

“I think we are making a habit out of this, Ava,”he says.

“Please, let’s,”I say out of breath. I want this man so bad. He’s all I ever wanted.

He puts me on his soft, silky bed and pulls down my panties.

“I’m going to make you beg for it today,”he murmurs, his lips meeting mine in a hot fury.

His hands are all over my body, one moving from my collarbone down between my aching breasts.

“You’re so perfect,”he says in his low and husky voice, his fingers teasing me with soft, gentle touches.

I’m longing for his touch, and he gives me what I want, gently stroking my hard nipples against his calloused palms, twisting them until they’re sore. He kisses me on my already parted lips. He starts breathing harder, which turns me on even more.

He wants me, and I want him. “I’ve missed you,”I whisper in his ear as he makes his way down. I know what’s coming, and I let out a gasp as his tongue hits my spot. This feels so good. It swirls around in rhythmical motions, and I thrust my hips up to meet every stroke.

“Quiet, stay calm,”he says, holding my hips down with both hands. I try to stop moving. This is absolutely divine.Oh, this man.

I put one hand on the back of his head and push him further between my legs. “Fuck, Alexander, keep going,”I murmur to this beautiful man, grabbing his hair.

“I wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon,”he says, his voice low vibrating against me, making me moan.

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