Page 38 of Ardent Desires

“You’re ravenous,” I tease, pulling back slightly to catch my breath.

“You have no idea,” he growls, his voice low and full of hunger. “Now, can we fuck so we can get ready for the day?”

I feel a rush of excitement and giggle, whispering, “Yes, sir.”

He flips us over in one swift motion, his body covering mine as he kisses me deeply, his hands sliding up my thighs, parting them. I can feel him, hard and ready against me, and it sends a thrill through me. He pauses, looking down at me with those intense blue eyes.

“Is sex the way you thought it would be?” he asks, his voice rough, his cock teasing my entrance.

I shake my head, biting my lip. “No. It’s… better. I could never have imagined how good it feels.”

He smirks, pushing into me slowly, and I let out a soft gasp, my hands clutching his shoulders. It still pinches a little, but the sensation of him inside me—filling me—is overwhelming. He moves gently, his lips brushing over my jaw as he whispers, “That’ll stop after a while. I promise.”

I nod, holding onto him, trusting him with my body. His movements are slow at first, deliberate, and every thrust sendswaves of pleasure rippling through me. I moan softly, my nails digging into his skin as he picks up the pace, his hips rocking against mine. The feeling of him inside me, the way his body moves against mine—it’s all-consuming.

“Fuck, Ellie,” he groans, his lips trailing down to my neck, kissing and sucking as he thrusts deeper. “You feel so fucking good.”

I can’t even respond, the words caught in my throat as pleasure builds inside me, tightening low in my belly. His pace quickens, and I can feel the pressure mounting, my body on the edge of something incredible.

I cling to him, my breath coming in short gasps as he drives me closer and closer to release. “Alexander… I’m close.”

“Come for me, baby,” he growls against my ear, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

That’s all it takes. My body tenses, and then I’m falling apart beneath him, the orgasm crashing over me in waves. I cry out, my legs trembling as he keeps thrusting, his movements deep and purposeful.

He follows me over the edge moments later, his body tensing as he groans, spilling into me. For a second, everything is still, the only sound in the room our ragged breathing. He collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms, and I bury my face in his chest, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure still pulsing through me.

We lie there in silence for a while, our bodies entwined, and I can’t help but smile to myself. This is nothing like what I imagined—it’s so much more. And being here with him like this… it feels right.

“You okay?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

I nod, feeling a sense of peace settle over me. “Yeah. Better than okay.”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Good. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we’ll head out.”

I laugh softly, feeling a mix of exhaustion and bliss as I curl into him. Today might be the start of something I never expected. But with Alexander, I’m ready to face whatever comes next.

*

The sun is already warm as we step out onto the terrace, the light breeze carrying the scent of fresh flowers and citrus from the gardens below. The view from here is stunning—a sprawling overlook of the city, rooftops and domes stretching out beneath the clear blue sky. It’s breathtaking, and I feel like I’m still in some kind of dream.

The table is set up beautifully, everything laid out like something straight from a movie. The private chef is working away quietly at the outdoor kitchen, and the smell of fresh pastries and coffee drifts over, making my stomach rumble.

Alexander pulls out a chair for me, and I sit, smiling as he takes the seat next to mine. “This is unreal,” I whisper, glancing around the terrace.

“Just wait until you taste the food,” he says, smirking as he picks up his coffee cup.

I sip my own coffee, the rich, dark flavor waking me up fully. It’s a quiet, peaceful morning, the kind where everything feels perfect. There’s no rush, no pressure—just the two of us, sitting here like it’s always been this easy. It’s strange, the way I feel so comfortable around him, despite how fast everything is moving between us.

The chef brings over fresh fruit, flaky croissants, and something that looks like a perfectly cooked omelet. My mouth waters just looking at it, and I waste no time digging in.

Alexander watches me, a small smile playing on his lips. “Good?”

I nod, my mouth full of croissant, and he chuckles, reaching over to brush a crumb off my lip. The gesture feels intimate, and I can’t help but blush a little.

As we’re finishing up breakfast, I hear footsteps approaching. I look up to see Camilla making her way toward us, looking effortlessly chic in a flowy dress and sunglasses perched on her head. She’s all elegance and grace, and I sit up a little straighter as she approaches.

“Good morning!” she says brightly, air-kissing both of us. “I hope you two slept well?”

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