Page 73 of Adoration: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 2)

“It’s not,” I swallowed hard. “It’s not beating wildly.”

He bent his head and nibbled my neck. “I can feel it,” he murmured softly, his lips burning against my skin. All thoughts left me, my eyes watching him through heavy lids, my blood running like fire through my veins.

I wasn’t sure how or when my hands slid into his hair. His lips found mine, and I held on to him for dear life while his lips crushed mine. The kiss was passion, desperation, and ecstasy all wrapped in one. And holy shit! Nobody had ever kissed me like this before.

Somehow I found myself pressed against the wall and all I could focus on were his hands on me, his mouth kissing me senseless. I wanted more, needed more. His rock hard chest pressed against me, my body curved around his. I felt his hungry tongue plunge into my mouth and I sucked on it shamelessly. I didn’t recognize myself nor him, we acted like two desperate, thirsty lovers.

His kiss tasted like heaven and my body responded to his closeness like melting ice. He broke the kiss and I took big gasping breaths as he buried his face into the crook of my neck, tasting, nipping, and sucking at the tender skin, causing shudders through my body.

His hands found their way under my nightgown and left a trail of delicious heat as they moved up to my thighs. Moans escaped me as I twisted my body to get more of his touch. I wanted more of him. I needed him closer. He pulled the robe off of me, then nightgown followed over my head and with my hands around his neck, he slammed his mouth against mine again. I felt his fingers slide into my panties. His touch over my skin was gentle yet rough, too much and not enough, everything I needed.

His fingers slid inside me and a sigh left my lips.

“So wet.” His voice was a soft murmur against my lips.

I watched him through heavy eyelids, chasing the sensation he was promising with every burning touch. Nothing mattered at that moment, just his touch.

“Please, don’t stop,” I whispered.

“Never,” he vowed as he slipped another finger inside of me.

My body melted at his touch and his fingers thrust expertly in and out of me, fast and fluid and my hips matched his onslaught in a lustful haze. The waves of pleasure he was bringing me were the only thing I could focus on. There was nothing else, just him as I came hard, holding on to him for dear life, my breathing hard and ragged.

“Fuck,” he growled against my lips. He saw me through the last shiver, and his lips attacked mine again, savoring them.

In a haze, I watched him tear off his pajama pants, then tugged at my panties down my legs. He lifted me up, and instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him, my body welcoming his. He stroked his thick cock up and down my swollen, soaked sex and my body shivered in response.

He plunged into me hard, taking my breath away. He stilled as if he was worried he hurt me. “Fuck. So tight. So good,” he groaned as his body shook with our contact.

“Don’t. Stop.” My voice was a raspy whisper.

That was all he needed and Alexander fucked me hard, his cock ramming mercilessly into me. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and hung on and he swore, but I couldn't register a single word he said. My whole body was intune with his, matching each hard thrust and welcoming it.

An orgasm burst through me hard, like an explosion. My whole body shuddered uncontrollably as my pussy convulsed around his cock pushing him over the edge. Together, we fought hard to catch our breaths, the only sound breaking the silence around us was our ragged breathing. My head on his shoulder, I tried to comprehend what just happened.

It was the best sex I ever had! Hands down, the very best.

I glanced around and noted we weren’t in the kitchen anymore. We were actually in the hallway, old paintings all around us.

“How did we end up here?” I asked, my voice raspy, our bodies still enveloped together.

“I wanted to get us to the bedroom,” his voice was relaxed. “I didn’t make it far. I needed to be inside you.”

His arms protectively around me and I felt relaxed; all the tension of the past month and last week gone. In a matter of seconds, I lost all my sanity and sense in the heat of passion, but now that my brain started to function again, questions came haunting whether I just made our arrangement complicated.

No, I won’t think too much into it! If I’m married, I might as well enjoy the benefits of sex.

My reasoning made no sense at all, but I pushed it all out of my head. I focused on his breathing, my head in the crook of his neck, enjoying his smell that overwhelmed my lungs. I would never forget his smell. It would be something that’d stay with me forever.

One day someone will consume your body and soul, Livy. Then you’ll understand.My mother’s voice echoed in my head.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Liberty

He started walking away from the spot where we just fucked for the first time, strolling through the castle butt naked.

“Alexander,” I murmured against his neck. It was crazy how just one act made me feel mellow and closer to him. “Shouldn’t we get our clothes so your staff doesn’t find it in the morning?”

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