Page 110 of Steel Beauty

When he finally lets his guard down, when he allows himself to be vulnerable, I want to be his safe harbor—the one he turns to when doubt or despair threatens to pull him under. I want to listen without judgment, to offer quiet strength. To be the soft place he can fall when the world feels too heavy. Not just his lover, but the one he knows he can count on.

And I want to be fucked raw.

He leans back slightly, his jaw flexing as if he’s biting back the words already forming on his tongue. I see the war inside him, the push and pull of wanting to protect me from his chaos and the desperate need to let it out.

His lips part, and for a moment, I’m certain he’s going to say no, to shield me from whatever storm he’s battling, to protect me from the darkness he thinks is too much for me to bear. His gaze clouds with hesitation, his fingers brushing mine in a way that feels almost apologetic.

But then something shifts. It’s subtle at first—a sharp inhale, the way his shoulders ease, the hard set of his jaw softening ever so slightly. His eyes meet mine, and I see it—something breaking, something raw and unguarded finally pushing through the layers.

His chest rises and falls, a shallow, shaky breath leaving his lips. And then, like a dam giving way, he reaches for me, his hand slipping to the back of my neck as he pulls me close, his grip firm but trembling.

“No more walls,” he says, almost to himself. “No more holding it in.”

His lips crash into mine with a passion that’s overwhelming and wild—a controlled storm, intense but deeply reverent. It’s not just a release; it’s a surrender, a moment where he’s choosing to trust me, to let me share the burden he’s been carrying. I meet him fully, my hands sliding up to hold myself against him, knowing this is as much about us as it is about him finding himself again.

“How do you want me?”

“On your knees, bending over the seat.”

“Anything you want.”

Alex leans forward, turning up the volume on the sound system, the chords of “Breath” by Breaking Benjamin blasting through the car. I recognize it instantly because Violet used to play it on repeat.

The heavy beat fills the space, drowning out everything else, ensuring the driver won’t hear a thing. My heart races, the pounding rhythm syncing with my pulse as I follow his command. The leather seat beneath me is cool against my flushed skin as I lean over, feeling my dress ride up to expose my thighs.

Alex’s hands grip my hips, his fingers digging in as he positions himself behind me.

His fingers trace along the edge of my lace thong, pulling it aside as he positions his throbbing cock at my slick entrance. His deep groan rumbles through me as he plunges into me with one powerful thrust. The intense sensation floods my body, and I struggle to catch my breath. But Alex doesn’t slow down, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, keeping time with the song.

Alex’s hips snap forward with relentless force, each thrust driving deeper than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the back of the limo, punctuated by our shared moans and gasps. His fingers dig into my hips, using the leverage to pull me back onto him with each powerful stroke.

I can feel every inch of him as he pounds into me, stretching and filling me completely. The intensity builds with each passing moment, pleasure coiling tighter in my core.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Magnolia.”

“Show me.”

His pace increases, becoming almost frantic. The roughness of his movements, the raw need behind each thrust, pushes me closer to the edge.

Alex’s hand snakes around to my front, his fingers finding my most sensitive spot with practiced ease. He begins to stroke in tight, rapid circles, perfectly in sync with his relentless thrusts. The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear, and I feel myself rapidly approaching the precipice of ecstasy.

“Come for me, Magnolia. I want to feel you come around me.”

His words, combined with the exquisite sensations coursing through my body, push me over the edge. I cry out, my back arching as waves of pleasure crash over me. My inner walls clench around him rhythmically, intensifying the feeling of fullness.

Alex growls, his movements becoming erratic as he chases his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside me, his body shuddering as he finds his climax.

For a moment, we stay frozen in that position, both of us panting heavily as we come down from our shared high. Slowly, he withdraws from me, and I feel a sense of loss at the absence of his fullness.

Alex slumps back onto the leather seat, his chest heaving as he gulps in air. He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead as he tries to steady his breathing. “Fuck.”

I take a moment to smooth down my dress, wincing slightly at the delicious soreness between my thighs. Once I’ve made myself presentable again, I turn the music down and slide into the spot beside him.

He turns to look at me, his eyes dark and intense, the heat between us still smoldering. A slow smile spreads across his face, equal parts satisfaction and tenderness. Without hesitation, I move to straddle his lap, settling into him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My arms loop around his shoulders, and his hands find their place on my waist, steadying me.

I lean in, pressing my forehead to his, breathing in the mix of cologne, sweat, and something that’s purely Alex. For a while, neither of us speaks. We simply hold each other, the rhythm of our breathing gradually syncing, the quiet intimacy filling the space between us.

The scent of sex lingers in the air, mingling with the fogged windows and the soft hum of the music in the background. In this moment, the world outside doesn’t exist—it’s just the two of us, wrapped up in the aftermath of something that feels bigger than words.

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