Page 79 of Semper

He held the box out to me, the weight of the moment settling between us. The ring wasn’t just an object; it was a final, tangible symbol of his obsession and commitment.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” His words were more than a question. His gaze held me captive, the fire in his eyes burning through any hesitation I might’ve had.

I nodded once. “I am.”

A slow, devilish grin spread across his face as he reached into the box, taking the ring from its velvet cushion. His touch was deliberate, his movements slow as he slid the ring onto my finger where it seemed to tighten.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. He tossed the empty box aside carelessly, the clatter of it barely registering as his hand took hold of my face, tilting it up toward him. I opened my mouth to speak, but then hesitated, the weight of the unspoken hanging between us.

“Alex, you know that we’re—.” The words caught in my throat along with the reality of what we were.

“Family?” He finished the sentence, his voice soft but laced with amusement. “Does us being family stop you from wanting me?” He leaned in closer, his lips lightly brushing against mine. “Has it stopped your pussy from being wet for me?”

His words made my pulse race, I tried to look away, but his grip on my chin tightened, forcing me to hold his gaze.

“No,” I answered honestly, my voice barely audible.

He smirked, satisfied. “That’s what I thought.” His lips brushed against mine again, a tease, a promise of what was to come. "You belong to me—blood or not." He kissed me fully then, and the world seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of us—him, with his dark possession, and me, willingly giving in.

I kissed him back with everything I had, my arms winding around his neck as if I could pull him closer, as if I needed him to be part of me. He moved me to the bed with ease, his hands slipping beneath my dress to cup the back of my thighs, lifting me like I weighed nothing.

I broke the kiss abruptly, placing my hand on his chest. “Wait.”

He froze, staring down at me with eyes darker than I’d ever seen. “I’ve waited all damn day for this. I’m close to having a psychotic break.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me, but it only earned me a look from him that made my face heat up instantly. His eyes burned through me, like I’d crossed a dangerous line. I hurried to get out my objection. “Your parents are in this house somewhere,” I said quickly, trying to focus.

My pulse was racing from the feel of him so close, heat gathering between my legs. “And your sister. Does your brother live here too?”

He exhaled sharply, his patience clearly thinning. “No. And why the fuck is that relevant right now?”

I stared at him. “Isn’t that obvious?”

For a moment, there was silence, then a slow, wicked smile curved his lips. His eyes gleamed with that possessive edge I was beginning to understand all too well. “You really think I care about that?” He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear “Let them hear. I want them to. I want the entire Isle to know who you belong to. Whose fucking you and making you feel so good they feel it too.” His grip on my thighs tightened. “If I can’t have that,I’ll settle for just this side of the Isle hearing you scream for me. Our whole damn family included.”

A shiver ran through me at his words, heat flooding my body. He pulled back to look in my eyes, his eyes filled with a dark promise.

There was a gentleness in how he undressed me, though it took only seconds. His hands moved with purpose, but each touch lingered. As he pulled my dress over my head, his fingers grazed me, igniting something deep inside. Every piece of clothing that fell to the floor seemed to amplify the tension between us, but it wasn’t frantic—it was controlled, deliberate. His eyes roamed over me, and for a moment, he just looked at me. His hands slid down my arms to my waist as he pulled me close again. His gaze was heavy and intense, but behind that was something deeper, that left me feeling both exposed and cherished.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, like it physically pained him to hold back. “Every inch of you, perfect. You make me insane; you know that?” His fingers tightened on my waist, pulling me even closer. He kissed me again, softer this time, but filled with the same intensity.

“No one else has ever had this effect on me. No one else has ever made me lose control the way you do.”

I could barely breathe as his lips brushed against my skin, his words sinking into me, filling the space between us with the undeniable truth of what he felt. I tried so hard to be quiet, to keep some semblance of control, but Alexander was determined to make that impossible. Every touch, every word that left his lips was designed to unravel me. He thrived on it, on knowing just how far he could push me, how he could coax out sounds I had no hope of suppressing.

His hands roamed over me, his grip firm yet gentle as he explored every inch of skin he’d just bared. I bit down on my lip, willing myself to hold back, but he made it a challenge I couldn’t win. The way he moved, the way his body pressed against mine, made it impossible to think of anything but him.

Every kiss, every touch, every dark whisper pulled me further under his control, to make me forget where we were, and who might hear. It was carnal, the way we finally came together, as if nothing short of becoming one would satisfy the hunger, we both felt. The way he grabbed my hips, pulling me closer with each thrust so he that he was fully inside me, was absolute bliss. I could feel his desire, raw and untamed, as he claimed me with every movement. The sounds that escaped his lips only made me moan louder and louder.

His fingers dug into my skin, leaving marks that would surely bruise, but I reveled in the pain. I wanted more of it. His cock filled me completely, hitting every sensitive spot with expert precision. I could feel myself tightening around him, my muscles clenching with each thrust. He groaned, the sound low and guttural, as he increased his pace. I could feel the wetness between my legs, slick, as he pounded into me.

The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, a symphony of pleasure. He whispered dirty words in my ear, telling me how tight I was, how good it felt to be inside me. His breath was warm against my neck, the low growl of his voice sending a shiver through me as he whispered, “Delicium meum, you feel perfect.”

He wasn’t just satisfied with taking; he wanted everything.

And I gave it to him.

My nails dug into his back, and I felt him tense, a low curse escaping his throat as he pressed his lips to mine, harder, more demanding.

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