Page 21 of Defying Love

She nodded, her blue eyes wide and luminous, reflecting a mixture of innocence and a burgeoning desire that made my blood sing. The golden waves of her hair cascaded around her shoulders.

My fingers reached for the hem of her dress, the fabric wispy and delicate beneath my touch. I lifted it slowly, savoring the reveal of her creamy skin inch by tantalizing inch. The dress slipped from her like a whispered secret, pooling at our feet in a soft sigh of silk.

Her beauty was raw, unadorned now, and it called to me. I leaned forward, pressing a kiss just below her collarbone, feeling her shiver under the warmth of my lips. My hands roamed over the contours of her body, mapping every curve, every hollow, committing them to memory. She trembled under my touch.

I trailed kisses down the valley between her breasts, the taste of her skin igniting an inferno within me. With each brush of my tongue, each gentle bite, her breaths grew more ragged, her body arching toward me as if pulled by an unseen force. I reveled in the soft moans that spilled from her lips, each one a melody that stirred the darkness coiled inside me.

"Yes."

That single plea shattered the last of my restraint. I worshipped her body with a fervor that bordered on reverence, leaving no part untouched, no secret unexplored. She writhed beneath me, a symphony of pleasure and need that pushed me to the brink of my own control.

"Look at me," I commanded, my voice rough with desire as I captured her gaze.

Her eyes, those pools of purest blue, locked on mine, and in their depths, I saw my own longing mirrored back at me. It was a connection that transcended the physical, unbreakable and raw.

Descending upon her with the hunger of a man starved for too long, I traced the contours of Alexa's trembling form with my lips. The delicate taste of her skin was intoxicating, a sweet elixir that drove me deeper into a frenzy of desire. As I lavished attention upon her, exploring her with an insatiable curiosity reserved for the sacred and the profane, her body was yielding to me, her inhibitions dissolving like mist in the searing heat of our connection.

"Dom…inic," she gasped, each syllable punctuated by a shiver that rippled through her as her fingers tangled in the sheets, clutching at them as if they were lifelines anchoring her to reality while waves of pleasure threatened to carry her away.

My name on her lips was both a plea and a benediction, imbuing me with a power that was exhilarating and humbling. I was acutely aware of the responsibility that came with this surrender, the silent vow that I would honor and cherish her trust with every fiber of my being.

Lowering myself, I tasted her fully, the intimate act sending a jolt through my system, igniting a primal urge that had been lurking in the shadows of my soul. As I indulged in the sweetness of her, the knowledge that she was mine—that we were bound together by more than vows and rings—consumed me.

The realization that this was not merely a stolen moment, but a privilege I would savor time and again, filled me with a possessive pride. She was my wife, a declaration that resonated within me, stirring a possessive yearning that bordered on obsession.

"Only I get to do this."

Her soft cries crescendoed, a melody that danced in the air between us, and I drank them in, letting them fan the flames of my ardor. There was no turning back now; we had crossed the threshold into a world where only we existed—a realm of shadows and desire where I reigned supreme, and she was the queen of my darkened heart.

Her fingers tangled in the thick forest of my hair, tugging me back up to her with an urgency that spoke volumes. Alexa’s touch, once gentle and tentative, now clawed with a fierceness that mirrored the storm raging within. The sharp sensation as her nails raked down my back forced a guttural growl from deep within my chest—an animalistic sound, raw and unfiltered.

"More," she whispered, her voice a siren's call laced with velvet and sin.

I obeyed without hesitation, aligning myself with her. With a measured movement, driven by the need etched into every muscle, I eased into her. Her gasp filled the room—a delicate sound that contrasted starkly with the darkness.

The world outside our sanctum ceased to exist; there was only this moment, only the intoxicating rhythm of flesh against flesh. Our bodies moved together, a perfect symphony of desire and possession. Alexa’s nails dug deeper into my skin, each crescent mark a testament to the intensity that bound us, the physical manifestation of a connection that went beyond the corporeal.

Never in a million years would I have guessed that this recurring dream of mine would come true. Alexa was in my fucking bed. She was my wife.

“You feel sooooo goood.”

We were lost in each other, chasing the precipice that promised oblivion and ecstasy. Every thrust, every moan, every shared breath spiraled us closer to that edge. The pain of her nails in my back only heightened the pleasure, a delicious contrast that propelled me further, driving me to seek our mutual release with relentless determination.

"Dom…" she cried out, her voice cracking under the weight of her approaching climax.

"Let go," I rasped, my own control fraying at the edges. “Please let go for me.”

Alexa's eyelids fluttered, a veil attempting to shroud the raw intensity of her pleasure. But I wouldn't allow it; I couldn't. My voice, a low command laced with fervor, broke through the haze of desire. "Look at me," I demanded, my hands cradling her face, tilting it toward mine. Her eyes, those bright-blue oceans, reopened and locked on mine, a silent plea mixed with unbridled passion.

My gaze bored into her, witnessing each shift of emotion as waves of ecstasy threatened to crash over her. She was beautiful like this—unreserved and sincere, her every barrier stripped away under the weight of our connection. The sight of her, so open and vulnerable, sent a surge of possessiveness through my veins, igniting an even deeper hunger within me.

"Dom," she begged, her voice trembling with need.

"Come for me, Alexa," I growled back, feeling the tension coil tighter within us both.

Our crescendo built rapidly, a tempestuous dance that drove us toward the brink. And then, with a shared gasp that filled the room like a sacred echo, we found our release. It washed over us, a powerful tide that left nothing untouched, merging our souls in a way that words could never encapsulate.

As I took on the sensation, my eyes never left hers. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen and the way her nose crinkled when she came, I’d never forget it.

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