Page 70 of Wild Tangled Hearts

Alex’s eyes lock on mine with a mixture of desire and affection, and I can feel his strong heartbeat against my chest. He leans in, and our lips meet in a passionate kiss. It's a kiss that speaks volumes, filled with the longing and unspoken promises that have been building between us.

“Bedroom,” I say breathlessly against his mouth.

Alex responds with a deep, primal growl of desire, his arms securely cradling me as he effortlessly carries me toward the bedroom. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist, drawing us closer together as our bodies press tightly against one another.

Every step he takes feels charged with electricity as if the mere act of carrying me to our destination ignites an unquenchable fire between us. As he pushes open the bedroom door with his foot, the room is cast in a soft, dim glow, lending an aura of intimacy to our encounter. Our lips remain locked in a fervent kiss, and my heart beats wildly, wanting more, wanting all of him.

He gently lowers me onto the bed, my back sinking into the soft sheets. His hands roam over my body, my fingers frantically tugging at the clothes that hinder our flesh from touching.

He chuckles, his lips pressing soft kisses along my neck. "Are you in a rush?" he teases, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes," I groan, unable to resist the delicious sensation of his mouth against my skin. My fingers tangle in his hair, my hips arching shamelessly against his hard body.

His laugh is deep and rich, a seductive sound that drives me even more crazy with need.

Alex’s lips and tongue work their magic, each kiss and nibble sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

With a deft touch, his hands begin to undo the buttons of my blouse, one by one, his fingers brushing against my heated skin. The fabric falls open, revealing the lace of my bra underneath, and his gaze intensifies, filled with a hunger that mirrors my own.

Slowly and sensually, he peels each layer of fabric from my skin, his mouth following in the wake of his hands, kissing every new area he exposes. His lips leave a trail of heat and desire, igniting a fiery passion within me.

His kisses grow more fervent as he explores every inch of my exposed flesh. Every sensation is heightened, every caress igniting a flame of desire that burns hotter with each passing moment.

Our hands roam freely, tracing the curves and contours of each other's bodies, until the sensation is too much, and I need him inside of me.

“Alex,” I whimper, arching my hips against the hard length of his cock, feeling the silky heat pressing against my entrance. “I want you.”

He groans and rolls over, grabbing a condom from his jeans pockets. I watch as he slides it over the engorged head, down each delectable inch. And when our eyes meet, he gives me a dimpled grin, a playful glint in his hazel eyes.

I sit up and straddle his waist, his cock pressing against my belly.

His hands cup my face, his gaze searching mine with a tenderness that makes my heart flutter. "Hey," he breathes out.

I smile at him, my heart swelling with emotion. "Hey.”

He kisses me, soft, gentle, and I lift myself so that his cock presses at my entrance, then slowly slide down his thick length. We groan into each other's mouths. I swear every nerve ending in my body sparks to life, the sensation of him filling me so completely that I almost come undone. My clit already pulses, my pussy clenching around him in tiny spasms, and I let out a whimper of pleasure.

His hand cups my breast, thumb flicking at the sensitive nipple, and I move, my hips creating a rhythm Alex matches. Our bodies move in perfect sync, a harmonious dance of passion and desire. Every touch, every kiss is building up to the moment of pure ecstasy. And it washes over me wave after wave of rapture, each sensation more intense than the last. Our bodies are entwined as we reach the pinnacle of pleasure together,

Alex gives a low guttural groan, and I whimper, falling against his chest, unable to move. Then, with a gentle touch, Alex rolls me onto my back, our bodies parting as he slides out.

“So damn, beautiful,” he says breathlessly.

The room is filled with a comforting silence, broken only by the occasional sigh of contentment. Alex's arms are wrapped securely around me, holding me close as if he never wants to let go.

It’s a perfect moment. There are no worries, no uncertainties — just the profound connection we share. Our fingers are intertwined, and the world outside fades into insignificance.

I turn my head slightly, my lips grazing his jawline, and he responds with a soft, affectionate smile.

"Are you thirsty?" Alex's voice breaks the tranquil silence, his warm breath brushing against my ear.

I nod slightly.

With a soft kiss on my temple, he carefully disentangles himself from our embrace and slides into his pants. I watch him, feeling a sense of contentment and warmth wash over me. The way he cares for me, even in these simple moments, fills my heart with love.

He returns with a glass of water and offers it to me with a tender smile. I take a sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe my parched throat. His fingers brush a strand of hair away from my face, and he leans down to place another sweet kiss on my forehead.

God, he is so sweet. So perfect.

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