Page 116 of The Alpha's Crimson Vow

“Yes Alex!” I moan out, my body starting to react. My hips bucking into his palm. Needing more. He takes his hand up to my mouth and I don’t even need him to say anything. I part my lips and he sinks his fingers into my mouth, caressing my tongue and dipping deep into my throat. I gag, the reflex act making his finger wet. And now he has what he needs.

He glides his now wet finger out and takes them down again, slipping the soaking lace fabric to the side. One finger slips in, and then two, the agonizing pleasure searing through me as his lips continue to work relentlessly on my hard nipple.

Alex fingers me till my eyes water with sheer desire for him. His tongue licks my body like he’s worshiping me. The room fills outwith the sound of my pussy, it’s so loud that I’m almost surprised at how wet I am. But that’s what he does to me.

“Please… Let me suck your cock.” I say, my voice raspy. I need to feel him, to taste him. Alex stands immediately, unbuttoning his trousers and freeing his thick, veiny cock. And I can tell by the sight of it that he’s drowning in as much desire as I am. It hangs straight, erect, hard. I grab it gently and pull it to my mouth, enclosing it with my lips, and when Alex lets out a rough groan, a spark of pride flickers in my chest.

His hands are long enough, and he reaches downward, fingers still thrusting into me with breakneck speed as I take his cock in my mouth. The sensation makes me suck harder, faster, frantically as he pulls me closer and closer to my edge.

“You’re ready now.” He says. I turn to look at his eyes, and he is completely darkened by raw desire. It makes me bite my lip, seeing him look at me like that.

He pushes against me gently, till my back lays on the bed. I don’t hesitate, I hold onto my legs, keeping them spread. I need him. I need him now.

Alex hovers over me. He glides his stiff member over my entrance first, teasing me. He taps it over my pussy, like he’s knocking before coming in. It drives me crazy.

“Alex. Now.. I need you now.” I say. And then he gives me what I want. The moment his cock sinks into me, it’s like a puzzle finally coming together. It feels so fucking good. We both moan out loud at that first thrust.

He starts off gentle, his strokes gliding the full length of him in and out of me. I hold onto his face, caressing. “Yes Alex. This feels so good.”

“You’re so perfect Katherine. You’re my Queen. My love. My life.”

Heat rises to my face as he says this. The words sound so raw, so indisputably earnest.

“I love you. I love you so much.” He breathes out as his thrusts go faster, his cock slamming into me.

“I love you baby.” He says again, full on ramming into me now.

“I love you too.” I manage, the words coming out of me in a low breathless rush right before my body gets caught in an almost violent rattle. Every nerve ignites, my legs shiver, my eyes roll back. It’s like an earthquake in my body as I reach an ecstasy so great it might as well register as a near death experience.

“I love you.” The words fall from me in a rabid cry. And even though my brain is scrambled right now from the sheer strength of this orgasm. I mean those words. I love him, more than anything.

Chapter Twenty Eight

Katherine

Months Later

The wind is gentle this evening, carrying the scent of roses and something richer—something regal. I sit on the lavish balcony of the palace, my fingers idly stroking the silk of my robe as my eyes drift over the sprawling compound below. Everything about this place is magnificent. The lush, perfectly manicured grass stretches like an emerald sea, interrupted only by striking marble statues—each one carved with exquisite precision. Wolves frozen in time, their eyes fierce, their postures commanding. Even in stillness, they radiate power.

I’m wealthy—always have been—but this? This is different. This is the kind of wealth that shakes the ground beneath your feet, that makes men bow without needing to be asked. It still takes some getting used to, even after months of living here.

A soft coo pulls me from my thoughts. I glance down, and the sight of him makes my heart clench in the most beautiful way.

Damien. My son.

My baby.

His big, curious eyes stare up at me, the color just like Alex’s. And his hair— thick, and already a little unruly—another perfect mirror of his father. I exhale a shaky breath, overwhelmed by the sheer force of love I feel for him. It’s all consuming. This tiny human, cradled in my arms, is everything I’ve ever wanted. The embodiment of a dream I’ve carried since I was a little girl. I always knew I wanted to be a mother, but I never imagined it would feel like this. Like the world could fall apart around me, and I wouldn’t care as long as I had him.

“You’re getting so big,” I murmur, brushing a fingertip over his impossibly soft cheek. He makes a sound, something between a giggle and a sigh, and it fills me with a warmth so intense I feel it in my bones.

I press a kiss to his forehead. “I love you so much, sweetheart. More than anything.”

He babbles in response, a string of nonsensical sounds, and I laugh.

“You agree, huh?” I tease, bouncing him lightly in my arms.

Another giggle. My whole heart melts. And then, my mind drifts back. Back to the day he was born.

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