Page 83 of The Alpha's Crimson Vow

Her words gut me. I move, just enough to bring my hand to her cheek, tilting her face up to look at me.

I hate the pain I see there. Hate that I put some of it there.

“I should’ve been there,” I whisper. “I should’ve held you up when you couldn’t stand.”

She doesn’t respond right away. Just watches me. And then—

“I missed you, Alex.”

Her voice is so soft, so unguarded, and fuck, I feel it everywhere.

I swallow hard, my fingers tightening on her face.

“I missed you too, Katherine,” I murmur, my forehead dipping to touch hers. “More than I’ve ever missed anything in my life.”

And then she kisses me.

It’s soft at first, like she’s testing the feel of me again, like she’s remembering what it’s like to want me this close.

And then I kiss her back. Harder. Deeper.

All the months of longing, all the months of suffering in silence, all the pain, all the regret—everything pours into it.

She fists her hands into my shirt, pulling me closer, and fuck—I’ve needed this. I’ve needed her. And now that I have her again. I never want to let go. My arms say as much as I pull her tighter into myself instinctively, the kiss becoming fuller, more insistent now, carrying the weight of everything I feel for her. Her mouth parts slightly and our tongues clash like two caged animals finally set free.

I drink into her, and she drinks into me. We lap at each other with such an untamed frenzy that it makes my pulse race. She moves now, setting herself up on my lap, our lips never parting from each other for even a second during the motion. Her hand claws at my shirt almost like she’s angry with it, and I indulge her. I take off the buttons, letting the shirt slip past my shoulders as I hold her weight on my lap.

I can feel myself pulsating, the firm ache of my need for her rippling through me like a wild fire. I grab her blouse, and she raises her arms into the air, letting me slip it off from over her head. We keep kissing as her fingers trace around my chest and torso with a frantic energy, almost as frantic as her breathing now.

The way her chest moves up and down as she breathes calls to me, and my attention moves to her bra. It disappears in a flash, slipping off her slender shoulders as she twists to give themroom to fall off. Her kissing is so urgent, such a mirror of the intense desire that’s burning in me, but I pull out of the kiss. I need to look at her like this.

And goodness, what a sight she is, she bites onto her lower lip, still heaving heavy breathes that make her firm, round breasts look all the more irresistible. My mouth clings onto her nipple, and she lets out a soft moan as she cradles my face. Her scent fills my nostrils as I suck and lick at her hardened, pointy nipple, and I can tell she likes it by how she sounds and how she grinds herself against my crotch.

Feeling her like this, seeing her like this, desire taking over her, it fuels something in me. I want to see her pleased. I want to make her cum. My hand finds the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down and she wiggles gently as I pull the skirt off her. I pick her up in my arms and it’s like she has the weight of a feather. I set her down on the soft, cushiony grass and trail kisses down her neck.

I kiss every inch of her. Savoring the taste of her skin on my lips. Her neck, down to her collarbone, to her beautiful breasts and her hardened nipples, to her belly button. When I reach her thighs, her hand reaches down and grabs a handful of my hair. I savor her scent here, I savor the sight of her panties looking soaked. The fact that I can make her need me this much sends a thrill through me like nothing else could.

Gently, I obliged her impatient clawing at my scalp. I slip her soaked panties to the side and inhale deeply, taking in the scent of my meal served right in front of me. And then, without further ado, I dig in.

“Oh fuck. Alex!” She howls, her legs twitching with every lap of my tongue against her beautiful, wet centre. Her hands dig deeper into my hair, pushing me further into her. I thrust my tongue as deep into her as it can go, allowing its full length to slipin. And then I suck on her swollen clit, and I push my middle and ring fingers into her.

She matches the rhythm of my hands, pushing her hips into me, moving against me as my name falls from her lips. She says my name in low gasps, her eyes barely opened. But then she pulls at my face, making me look into her eyes.

“Alex. I need you now.” She says in a raspy moan. And fuck, the way she says it almost shatters me right there.

In a matter of seconds, I free my pulsating, stiff member from the cage that my trousers have become. It’s only then I realize that I’m drenched in precum, my sheer desire for her clearly evident in how unshakably hard I am right now. It almost makes me laugh at myself. I’ve wanted her for so long, I’ve yearned for her… for this.

She holds her legs open, a silent invitation in her eyes as she gazes at me with her lower lip firmly under her teeth. And I don’t hesitate.

When my hard cock sinks into her, in that exact moment, it feels like a welcome home. It doesn’t just feel good. It feels right. It feels justified in a way that is beyond description. It feels meant to be. Her eyes roll back at that first thrust, and I know that the feeling I have is the same in her.

I thrust into her purposefully, each one carrying within it everything I feel for her. It’s a promise… it’s an apology. It’s everything. “I missed you so much Katherine.” The words fall from my mouth.

“I wanted to hate you. I wanted to hate you so much.” She moans.

“I’m sorry baby.” My voice is raw, as raw as everything I feel.

“I missed you so much.” She cries out again, her hands moving frantically on my back. Her fingers dig into me, scratching alongmy back as I fuck her. It only fuels my fire, my thrusts become firmer, harder, more intense.

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