Page 155 of Ruthless Chaos
“Look at that,” he whispers against my lips. “You’re so eager for my touch, aren’t you?”
I nod, a desperate choked sob leaving my lips.
Moving my hands down his body, I unbutton his shirt. I caress the hard planes of his chest, feeling the tightness of his muscles. One of Alexander’s hands moves from my breasts to my neck. He breaks our kiss.
My eyes snap open. I already miss the feeling of his lips on mine.
“Are you sure?” His voice is hoarse.
There’s desperation and the promise of devastation in his eyes. Like he’s trying his hardest to hold on to his last vestige of composure. Like he needs my permission to let go of it. I want him. I want this.
I nod. That doesn’t satisfy him.
“Use your words,” Alexander commands, his eyes hardening. He still massages my burning nipples, our faces are so close that his breath on my face feels like a brand. “If we do this, we can never go back to how things were,” he rasps, lowering his eyes to my lips. I nod quickly, even as he speaks. “If I fuck you, you become mine. I will possess you completely from this day onward, sweetheart.”
Alexander’s words only intensify the agonizing ache in my core. There never was any going back to the way things were, even before this. From the moment he touched me at that lake my body knew who it belonged to.
“Yes,” I rasp, still nodding. My voice sounds like I’m talking under water. “I want this. I want you. I am already yours.” You’re already mine.
I swallow thickly. If he doesn’t touch me in the next second, I’ll beg.
A small smile twists his lips. “Good girl.”
I love it when he calls me that.
He pulls me into him, and I get the relief I seek. The moment his lips touch mine again, the fire inside me rages in a different, more intense way. Alexander peels my t-shirt off me, and I push his shirt off his shoulders.
He peppers kisses along the sensitive flesh of my jaw, biting me then soothing the pain with his tongue. I grip his shoulders tightly, climbing further up his body and pressing my chest against his. His hands on my waist steady me, and his mouth travels lower to the swell of my breasts.
“I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw you in that fucking party,” he growls against my skin. “You drive me crazy.”
He undoes my bra quickly, tossing it in the growing pile of our clothes.
My breasts fall free, and a tiny spark of anxiety pulls me back to reality. I’ve always felt self-conscious of them, as I’ve always needed a bra to make them look fuller.
Alexander pauses briefly. “Perfect,” he murmurs. My apprehension dissipates.
He takes one in his mouth, massaging the other with his hand. I close my eyes to stop the world from spinning. He alternates between nipping and sucking on them until they’re swollen and painful from the attention of his mouth. I’ve got my hands in his hair. Even though the rest of my body cries out for him, I don’t want him to stop.
I’m slipping beneath my consciousness. Soon I’ll be too overwhelmed to think.
Alexander stands, holding me to him as he walks over to the cot. He sets me down on it, and it creaks under my weight. The rough wood digs into the back of my knees.
“Are you sure this thing can hold us?” I look down at it uncertainly.
He breaks his gaze away from me for a fraction of a second to look at it. He grunts, then looks around the room. “We don’t really have many options,” he says.
I point to the floor. Alexander raises an eyebrow, his lips twisting into a smirk. It does something to me, his gaze. My core throbs and burning wet heat pools deep in my abdomen. I’m so wound up I think I’ll explode from just a touch.
“I don’t want you to get a splinter.”
He walks over to a cupboard, pulling out a set of sheets and a blanket. He spreads them on the floor and takes the pillows off the cot.
Alexander picks me up and lays me on the makeshift bed.
I hold my breath, watching his silhouette as he steps out of his last piece of clothing. I don’t have much reference, but he’s the most gorgeous man ever.
His body is chiseled in all the right places, every inch looks as though he was sculpted from marble. A thin line of dark brown hair adorns his v-line, turning black around the base of his member.
