Page 72 of Wild Tangled Hearts

Alex's lips trail a path of longing from my neck to my collarbone, his mouth creating a symphony of desire that resonates deep within me. I arch my back, offering myself to him completely.

He lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, the thick length of his cock pressed against my belly. My hands, guided by desire, roam over his muscular shoulders, tracing the contours of his well-defined arms and down to his strong pecs. Fingertips glide along the ridges of his sculpted abs, and with each touch, the connection between us deepens.

Our kisses grow more passionate, tongues entwined in a dance of longing. The water flows over us, a sensuous backdrop to our fervent exploration of each other's bodies.

We exchange soft whispers and fervent moans, lost in the sensual rhythm of our movements, and I whimper against his lips, “I want you inside me.”

Alex responds with a deep, primal growl of desire. “Condom.”

I nod, grateful that unlike me, he’s thinking with more than just the pleasure of the moment.

He carries me to the bedroom. 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 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 rolls over and leaves for a moment, returning with a condom. 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.

We lie entwined in the aftermath of our lovemaking. Our breaths slowly return to a tranquil rhythm. 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. 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 a profound sense of 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.

As we lie there, our intimate moment still fresh in my mind, Alex's phone suddenly vibrates. His expression tightens with worry when he glances at the screen. “It’s the hospital.” Without hesitation, he answers the call.

I watch him anxiously, my heart racing as I sense something is wrong. The conversation is brief, but the gravity of the situation becomes evident when he hangs up.

"It's about Angie,” he says, his voice tinged with concern. "I'm still listed as her emergency contact.”

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