Page 34 of Her Possessive Dominant Fake Husband

I gasped, not sure if it was from the shock or the sheer intensity of wanting him like this. Alexander Reed was going to be my first. I felt all sorts of ways about that, but above all, I felt ready.

Maybe I’d regret it later, but right now, nothing had ever felt more right.

His weight pressing me down into the bed felt amazing, the bed soft under me, him hard and solid on top of me.

My legs gripped his hips, my feet locking behind his calves, clinging to him like I’d never let go. And maybe I wouldn’t.

His lips left mine to trail along my jaw, down my neck, each kiss sending shivers through me.

“Alexander,” I whispered.

His mouth moved lower, the sensation so intense I didn’t know if I could take it.

But I did. I took all of it.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think past the way his body moved against mine, the way his lips claimed every inch of skin he could find, my neck, my belly, my hip.

My fingers twisted in the sheets, and my head pressed back as his hand moved with deliberate skill, lighting up nerves I didn’t know I had and sending an army of goosebumps along every bit of my flesh.

My breath caught in my throat, and a desperate sound escaped my lips. I had never imagined it could be like this; this man was overwhelming my senses in a way that was all consuming and impossible to deny.

And Ilovedit.

And then he touched me, lower, right there, and my back arched off the bed, my entire body trembling from the force of it.

His thumb pressed against the sensitive spot between my thighs, and I gasped, shocked by the intensity, stunned by the heat flooding my senses.

And then he continued, quick and sure on the outside of my pants, his movements building, driving me toward a breaking point I couldn’t hold off while his lips made their way back up my body, his tongue tasting me here and there.

My mind was a wild tangle of thoughts and contradictions. I should be scared. I should stop this. But nothing had ever felt so amazing.

“You’ve never done this, have you?” he asked, his voice low and strained. I sensed he was testing my experience, but…

The answer was no.

I didn’t know how to speak.

But my body knew.

“Be a good girl,” he growled in my ear, his thumb still lighting up my nerve endings with the intensity of the summer sun. “Let go. Let me do this for you.”

His words only heightened the sensations.

“My sweet, innocent Claire, I want to feel you tremble.”

Well, I was. How did he not feel it?

“Alexander-” I tried to speak, I really did, but my throat just wouldn’t.

“Shh,” he said, and I let out a little squeak of approval.

My body was winding up tight, I wanted more, but maybe less? I needed something, I had no idea what. My hips moved into his hands, my back arching. His words whispered in my ear, and I couldn’t hold back. Something was happening.

I came apart under the force of it, every muscle tensing, every nerve on fire, every thought wiped clean until all I could see was white.

And then ripples pulsed through my core, washing away like waves on the beach and I exhaled, feeling the pleasure and relaxation taking over every inch of my being.

My chest heaved, and my hands were still fisted in the sheets, still clinging to something, anything, that would keep me from losing my grip.

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