Page 74 of Adoration: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 2)

I still couldn’t believe what we’d done. The reasonable side of me was scolding me for allowing all this to happen, and my other, the unreasonable side, was telling the reasonable side to shut up.

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured, nibbling on my earlobe, and instantly my body responded.

This didn’t feel like pretending. And oh my God, he was definitely wild in the sex department. I couldn’t see any trace of the man I worked for.

“How old is this castle?” I asked quietly, trying to ignore my body pressed against his, as he walked through the castle towards our bedroom.

“It dates back to the 15th century.”

“Oh,” I replied. I tried to think of another question to ask related to castles or anything neutral, but nothing was coming to mind. The only thing that came to mind was to ask him to do it again. Take me again and again. Nobody had ever made me feel so good before.

We were in our bedroom, and he gently laid me on the bed, my arms still wrapped around his neck.

“Alexander,” I murmured. My body was screaming more, more, more while my mind was yelling no, no, no.

“Weren’t we supposed to be pretending?” I asked, but even as those words left my lips, my hands were roaming over his chest, my fingers slightly trembling while tracing his ink. I raised my body up, giving in to the earlier temptation and licking his tattoo slowly with my tongue.

He must have liked it, because a soft groan left his lips. It brought a small smile to my face. It felt so erotic having this small power over him, even for the fleeting moment. I relished in the taste of his skin, his warmth. He let me explore his body, each trace of ink, and I knew without a doubt nobody would ever compare to him. This was a one way road with no return.

He let me roll him over and I rose to my knees, straddling him between my thighs. We were both still naked and he was so damn beautiful.

“You are so beautiful,” he said. Weird that he said it the same moment that I thought it about him. He lifted my hips and I let him enter me brutally.

He was an impatient lover,a fleeting thought.

His hands slid into my hair, and a groan tore out of his throat as I writhed and ground myself against him, wanting more of him, needing more. With his hand around me, he rolled us both over and plunged his cock into me hard. He buried his face in my neck and sucked on my skin frantically, as he rocked hard but slow against me. His lips traced down my neck, sucking, licking, and my back arched off the bed.

“Alexander.” His name was a moan on my lips. I wanted everything he would give me.

Our hips rose and fell in perfect harmony; he was setting the pace, shallow then deep, fast and hard, and my body began to shudder as we chased the pleasure together.

“Come, Livy. Come all around me.” His voice was a raspy command and my body shattered into million pieces as I orgasmed, Alexander’s body shuddering above me.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close and relishing his weight on me. He rolled over onto his back and pulled me over on top of him. My hair sprawled across his chest, I laid my head over his heart and listened to his strong heartbeat as I drifted off to sleep.

I opened my eyes and found Alexander’s head on my chest. He had his arm around my waist, and as I watched his sleeping form, I felt my heart skip a beat. How could this happen so fast? But then, it really didn’t. From the moment I saw him, something in me was drawn to him, I just didn’t want it to be the truth so I fought it.

He looked relaxed and gorgeous. His muscles rose and dipped down his back. There was ink on his back too that I hadn’t seen yesterday. I gently traced them with my finger, enjoying his warm skin under my touch.

I want to lick that ink on his back tonight,I thought to myself and chuckled softly.

His eyes opened, his blue gaze fixed on mine.

“What’s funny so early in the morning?” His voice sounded sleepy while he watched me. I felt heat color my cheeks.

“I was just thinking about something,” I muttered softly.

“Tell me,” he ordered while his hands roamed my body.

“Ah, there is the bossy Alexander Caldwell,” I teased him. “I wondered where he was.”

I felt his cock hardened against my thigh.

“Tell me,” he tried to soften his voice, but it was still a command.

I chuckled, as my hands went through his hair. He had the softest, thickest hair.

“You are still ordering me around,” I murmured. “Try saying please.”

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