Page 92 of Heart of Stone

After what seemed like forever, I couldn’t take his torture anymore. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Alex, I have to come! Please, I can’t take it anymore!” I screamed out.

“You did good, angel. You can let go now. Let me feel you tighten around my cock.”

He took hold of my hips, fingers digging into my skin and gripping me hard, as he began pumping faster inside me. This was what I wanted. It was what I needed.

“Oh, yes! Alex, don’t stop!”

My heartbeat began to roar in my ears as a burning knot in my belly tightened and quivered. In an instant, my vision became hazy as an explosion of incredible magnitude hammered me with pleasure. I felt my walls spasm and constrict around his steel hard length, pushing him over the cliff into his own euphoria.

I heard Alexander gasp for a breath, then another, before his movements finally stilled. I lay there trembling and panting, my hands numb. I wasn’t sure if they were numb from being tied up or from the multiple orgasms that had rocketed through me over the past hour. I was sure it was from the latter.

Oh, yeah. I could get used to Alexander’s world real fast.

Alexander groaned and shifted off of me to lie at my side. He draped his arm heavily across my back, spent. After allowing himself a few minutes to catch his breath, he reached up with one hand to untie me. Once my hands were free, he began to massage my wrists.

“Are you alright?” he asked me, his voice groggy from exertion.

“Mmm…I’m great. Just great,” I purred, and turned on to my side to cuddle up next to him.

Alexander slipped his arm under my head, allowing me to nestle into the crook of his arm. We lay there quietly as he softly traced small circles on my shoulder with his fingers. I smiled to myself, feeling like the cat that swallowed the canary. If I was going to jump back into the swing of things, I couldn’t think of a better man to do it with. Alexander made me feel alive.

I wanted to believe that I could feel like this with any man had I chose to do so, but a part of me knew otherwise. Our chemistry was like a lightening bolt, sizzling and sparking with every look, with every touch. I couldn’t deny the current of attraction that charged between us.

There was a reason why I waited this long to be with someone again. I couldn’t be with justanyman. I needed a man like Alexander, and that thought scared the hell out of me. But what was even more frightening – the things that he wanted to do. With me.

I thought about the neatly printed list that Alexander had written out. Crazy things and terms – many of which I had never even heard of, much less contemplated ever actually doing. Even though Alexander’s power of persuasion had been successful so far, we still needed to talk about his kinks. I wasn’t convinced that I could do most of the things that he wanted, and there was no doubt that he had gone easy on me tonight.

What would happen when he turned things up a notch?

After a while, Alexander’s arm went limp and his breathing became soft and regular. I chanced a glance up at his face and saw that he was sleeping. If I stayed curled up next to his warm body much longer, I knew that I would follow suit.

However, sleepovers were out of the question – especially if I wanted to keep this thing between us simple.

No strings.

I silently got out of bed, being extra careful not to stumble in the dim lighting. As noiselessly as I could, I collected my scattered clothing and got dressed – minus the torn underwear.

Once I was clothed, I allowed myself one more look at Alexander’s glorious, naked body, the perfect specimen of the alpha male. My gaze traveled up over his muscular thighs, to the rippled power of his rock hard abs, and across the broad width of his bronzed chest. His face, normally so controlled and acutely alert to his surroundings, was peaceful and relaxed while he slept. He no longer looked like the intimidating billionaire real estate shark that owned half of New York. He looked young. Innocent.

He was truly beautiful.

On a whim, I searched my purse for a scrap piece of paper and a pen. The only paper that I could find was and old receipt from La Biga. That would have to do. I quietly moved over to the dresser and scribbled a quick note on the back of the register tape.

Thank you for the wonderful evening.

Your Angel

Tiptoeing to the bed so as not to wake him, I carefully laid the note on the pillow next to his head. Reaching over to the wall, I shifted the dimmer switch for the lights to the off position. Now, the only light in the room was cast from the half moon that shown through the windows. Lightning flashed in the distance, signaling an incoming storm. I knew I had better get going, or risk getting caught in it.

I pushed aside the guilt that gnawed at me over leaving without a word, and then quietly slipped out of the bedroom and left the penthouse.

CHAPTER 25

The muscles in my legs burned from running for so long and so far. But she was right there. I could almost reach her…I only had to stretch a little further, and I could wrap my hands around that long black hair. Propelling myself forward, I latched onto her hair, finally catching hold of what I had been in search of for so long.

I spun her around to look at me…it had been forever since I had seen her face.

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