Page 16 of Alpha’s Fake Marriage

As we approached his house, I couldn’t help but gasp in astonishment at the sight before me. The building loomed large and imposing, its grandeur a stark contrast to the humble abode I had expected. It was clear that Octavio was a man of means, with resources far beyond what I could have imagined.

I followed him inside, my eyes wide with wonder as I took in the opulence surrounding me. The interior was tastefully decorated, with rich furnishings and intricate details that spoke of wealth and refinement. It was a far cry from the modest dwellings I had grown accustomed to, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of awe at the sheer magnitude of Octavio’s home.

As he led me through the sprawling halls, I couldn’t help but marvel at everything he had. It was clear that he had worked hard to build a life of luxury and comfort, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration for his achievements.

But amidst the grandeur and extravagance, something else caught my eye—a warmth and sincerity that radiated from Octavio like a beacon in the night. Despite his wealth and status, he remained humble and down-to-earth, a testament to the strength of his character. That was what made him completely different from my father. Octavio had a humble heart and a kindness that stretched on forever.

In the soft glow of candlelight in his living room, Octavio’s gaze met mine, his eyes dark and intense as he reached out to cup my face in his hands. My heart fluttered in my chest, a silent echo of the emotions that danced within me as his lips met mine in a tender, tentative kiss.

The world seemed to fall away around us as we lost ourselves in each other, the weight of our shared desire pressing in on us from all sides. In that moment, there was only Octavio and I, our hearts beating in time with the rhythm of our breath as we surrendered to the sweet intoxication of our burgeoning love.

As we pulled apart, breathless and trembling, Octavio’s voice broke the silence, filled with a vulnerability that took my breath away. “I’m falling for you,” he confessed, his words hanging in the air between us like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

The admission took me by surprise. A rush of warmth filled my veins as I met his gaze with equal parts awe and wonder. It was a declaration that echoed the sentiments of my own heart, a silent acknowledgment of the deepening connection that bound us together.

In that moment, I knew I was falling for him, too, with a fierceness and intensity that left me breathless. He had become more than just a man to me—he was a part of me, a kindred spirit whose presence filled me with a sense of belonging that I had never known before. It wasn’t expected and it certainly wasn’t in the plan, but we just couldn’t help ourselves and that felt magnificent.

And as we stood there, lost in the swirling depths of our shared emotions, I knew that no matter what the future held, we would face it together, as equals, as partners, as two souls bound by a love that defied the boundaries of time and space.

Holy shit, if I thought my heart was pounding before, it was nothing compared to right now. It was thundering like crazy, and it burst like fireworks as he leaned down to press thosegorgeous lips of his to mine once more. Much to my surprise, he scooped me up in his arms and led me towards the stairs. Not that we made it all the way up. Halfway up the stairs, I crashed down on my ass with my thighs spread wide. Octavio fell to his knees and kissed me hungrily, his lips and fingers edging down my body the entire time. Holy shit, this was all happening so fast, yet not quick enough.

Within seconds, my dress was gone, my panties as well; all the while, the fuzzy dizziness had my head too foggy with desire. Octavio gently stroked his fingers along my soaking wet slit, caressing me until my whole body was absolutely shuddering with his eyes fixed upon me the entire time, the desire absolutely swallowing up his gaze. It was only when I was gasping breathlessly, desperately trying to gather myself up that Octavio started to breathe delightful hot streams of air along my core.

“Fucking hell.” It was happening again and I needed it so much. “Oh, Octavio.”

His tongue connected with my core, swirling around like crazy, an onslaught of bliss cascading through me right here on the stairs. We couldn’t even make it to the bedroom. We needed one another that badly. I grabbed his hair, massaging and tugging every single time he made me feel good, which was all the fucking time. Fucking hell, the way that he tasted me was something else. He was a madman on a mission, desperate to send me flying over the edge into the abyss of pleasure. Just like he did the last time we were together, but in a brand new way.

Each flicker was more intense than the last. Each pattern he traced over my hyper-sensitive clit was so phenomenal and made my whole body curled up in stiffening bliss. Octavio seemed to sense that he had me close to the edge, so he grabbed my ass and held me in place as he pushed me beyond belief. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I...

“Fuck!” I screamed as the orgasm shattered me. It screeched through my body, hitting every inch of me, causing every single cell in my body to erupt in pleasure. I slammed back on the stairs, sinking under the waters of pleasure, drowning as the bliss flooded my lungs and left me absolutely unable to breathe. “Fucking hell, Octavio.”

I couldn’t say his name enough. It was like a prayer playing on my lips which I just wanted to spill out over and over. Maybe because I thought he was gone for good...

I didn’t get a chance to embrace the post-orgasmic bliss because it seemed that, again, Octavio wasn’t quite done with me yet, thank God. He whipped me around and sat me on his now-naked lap, allowing me to straddle him. Fucking hell, he was so close to me, his cock teasing my entrance. I angled myself onto him, clinging to his shoulders the whole time, before sliding down and getting that intense vice-like excitement of having him inside of me, hitting all the right spots.

“Oh wow,” I gasped out as I thrust the first time. “Mmm, Octavio.”

His lips trailed all over my earlobe and cheeks as we slammed our bodies together, over and over again. There was still a passionate rush between us, a heat we couldn’t get enough of, but it seemed more sensual this time. Possibly a little more romantic. Maybe that was just me getting lost in this once more.

But I couldn’t stop myself from getting lost in this man and his incredible body. Not with him hitting all the right spots with every thrust. I clung onto his shoulders before sliding my arms around his neck. The heat in our sweaty bodies intensified the closer we got. I pressed myself up against him, loving the way his heart was pounding as well. I loved having this effect on him as much as I adored the moans and groans of sheer delight emanating from his chest, vibrating through him.

I picked up the pace, driving us closer to the edge. It wasn’t long before my body began to spasm with pleasure all over again. I honestly had absolutely no control over myself at all. I clamped around his shaft, pulsing and coaxing the orgasm from him, so it wasn’t long until we were both absolutely collapsing in heaven. The bliss was so throbbing and thrilling that I wasn’t even worried about what was going to happen next. For the first time in a very long time, I was just living in the moment, enjoying what was happening here and now. And right now, I was in Octavio’s arms on his stairs, about to head up to bed with him because I was not done with him yet. It might not last, again, but at least he was here, for now. That would have to be enough.

As Octavio’s affectionate gestures continued to astound me, I found myself constantly in awe of the depth of his kindness and the sincerity of his actions. His tender touch and unwavering devotion filled me with a sense of wonder as if I were living in a dream from which I never wanted to wake.

“Octavio,” I murmured, my words barely a whisper as he carried me to bed at long last, “you’re not the only one falling.”

The admission hung in the air between us, a silent testament to the depth of the emotions that bound us together. I had never known a love like this before, one that filled me with a sense of warmth and security that I had longed for my entire life.

But even as I basked in the glow of our shared affection, a shadow of doubt lingered at the edges of my mind, a fear that threatened to tarnish the happiness we had found. “But I’m scared,” I confessed, my voice trembling with uncertainty. “I’m scared that I’m going to unintentionally bring trouble in to your life.”

Octavio’s response was immediate, his voice filled with a conviction that took my breath away. “I consider you worth it,” he declared, his words ringing out with a determination thatleft me speechless. “Anything your father or his friends want to throw at me, the pack and I can handle it.”

As the night stretched on,enveloping us in its dark embrace, I lay awake beside Octavio, my thoughts swirling with a mixture of contentment and apprehension. His steady breathing filled the room, a reassuring rhythm that echoed the beat of my own heart.

But as the hours passed, a sudden shift in the air caught my attention, a subtle change that left me on edge. I turned to Octavio, my eyes searching his face for any sign of distress, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw the anguish etched upon his features.

“Octavio?” I whispered, my voice filled with concern. “Are you okay?”

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