Page 97 of Adoration: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 2)

“Livy, look at me,” he ordered and my eyelids fluttered open, meeting a desire reflecting mine glimmering in his eyes while his body towered over mine.

His hands parted my thighs, his fingers stroking over my pussy.

My hand reached down between us, taking his cock into my hand and began slowly pumping up and down his cock. His eyes closed in bliss, and I couldn’t help but feel triumph. I was making him feel like this.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he gritted between his teeth, pushing his hard cock against my hand. He opened his eyes, searching my face. “You consume my every thought.”

He towered over me while I laid spread out beneath him. My fingers brushed tenderly across his face. It was on the tip of my tongue to whisper the love words, the love I felt.

“Make love to me,” my voice was barely a whisper. My heart fluttered in need for this man and fear of that need. Tonight, I’d take whatever he’d give me. I wanted this to be real, for us to be real. If he was still willing, I wanted to give us a chance.

His hand drew circles on my clit with his thumb, slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

I bit my lip to stop a moan from leaving my lips. My breathing heavier, desire licking my body, I didn’t want to be slow anymore. What I felt for him was far more dangerous and darker than a sweet and slow dance of the bodies.

“Alexander.” His name left my lips in a breathless whisper. With determination to have him, I sat up, and he let me roll us over. Straddling him between my thighs, I positioned his cock at my core while his finger played with my clit. Through my heavy eyelids, I watched his hungry eyes watching me as I sunk down onto him.

“Fuck,” he growled as I cried out in pleasure.

I worked myself up and down his length, my moans leaving my lips of its own accord. My desire took over and I felt Alexander’s hand gripping my hips as he pounded into me from below, hard and controlling. I gripped to his shoulders for support, as if he was my only lifeline.

“Don’t stop.” My voice was pitched, my desire so intense. I could feel his hard shaft deep inside of me and nothing had ever felt so good.

I needed this man. All my love and passion burned for him, and only for him. He was all I needed and wanted.

“Come with me, Livy,” he groaned and just like that my body burst into flames, pleasure crashing through my body, shattering all my walls against this man. He followed, his hands clenching me still as he buried his face into my neck, our bodies intertwined.

“My Livy,” his hot breath was on my neck. “What are you doing to me?”

God, I hope I am doing to you a fraction of what you are doing to me. Because you’ve taken my heart, body, and soul.

My body on top of his, his arms holding me close, nothing ever felt so good. My body was exhausted, but felt good, like the best euphoria.

As I drifted into sleep, feeling him everywhere, I never wanted it to end.

Right as deep sleep took me, I heard my mother’s voice.

The pain is only worth it if it consumes your heart, body, and soul, Livy. When it does, nobody and nothing else will matter.

Bright rays of sunshine filtering through the large window woke me. Slowly, I cracked my eyes open, still feeling tired. Waiting up late for Alexander and then making love to him took its toll. I closed my eyes again, debating whether to pull covers over my head and roll over, going back to sleep. My hand reached out for Alexander and found nothing there. I opened my eyes, staring at the empty spot where his pillow still had the imprint of him. I missed him already, regretting his loss.

This feeling for him was too intense. I wanted him with an ache and it scared me. I couldn’t shake the feeling off; that I was missing something important and it would come back to haunt me. I ignored the dark thoughts, coughing it up to this unusual situation and my past experience making me paranoid.

I quickly swung my feet onto the ground and headed for the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, brushing my teeth and with a light application of makeup to hide my dark shadows underneath my eyes, I headed to Brandon’s room.

He was all dressed, playing with his toys.

“Good morning,” I greeted him with a kiss onto his forehead. “I can’t believe you are already up and ready.”

He smiled back happily. “Alexander helped me and we had breakfast together. He had to leave for his office and I waited for you.”

I regretted sleeping in. I guess I won’t see him today either.

“Sorry, baby. I should have gotten up earlier.”

“That’s ok, Livy,” she smiled brightly.

“Ready, then?” I asked him. It would be his first day back into daycare since the incident.

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