Page 71 of Thalia De Luca

"I want you to do it,” I say while touching his lower stomach.

“Do it. I’m not going to ask you again.”

I smirk before taking off my dress so that I'm only wearing my pink bra and lacy underwear that I was wearing this morning.

"Like what you see?" I raise my eyebrow at him as his eyes just roam up and down my body.

"Oh, fuck yea," Alexander pushes himself off the wall and strides towards me before placing his lips on mine. The way his hands feel my body and touch me in all the right places makes me want to tear off his clothes and kiss every inch of his body. We kiss until all I feel is Alexander. My back hits the bed and Alexander just leans away from me. I open my eyes and see him just admiring me. He slowly takes off his shirt while keeping his eyes on me. Alexander walks back to the bed and his arms hold himself above me on each side of my head. "You're so beautiful."

Alexander doesn't give me time to think about what he said because he captures my lips with his. I grip his face and kiss him even deeper with a sigh. While kissing, Alexander's hand trails down to my underwear. One of my hands runs down his neck and touches his strong shoulders.

"You want me?" Alexander mutters while kissing down my neck.

"Yes," I sigh. Alexander's hand cups my pussy, and he rubs the palm into my clit. My eyes close and my head twists to the side at the feeling of his hand rubbing against me. "I need you. please."

Alexander places a few kisses on my neck and then his lips graze my ear. "Beg."

I take my hand off his shoulder and run it down his torso until I feel the button of his trousers. I reach inside until I feel his pulsing cock in my hand.

"Please, Xander," I beg while rubbing his tip with the pad of my thumb

Alexander places a single kiss on my lips before muttering, "Fuck" and backing away from me. My body feels cold as Alexander gets off me.

He turns around to get, what I assume is a condom, from the drawer and my eyes catch the tattoo on his back.

A dark, black angel wing next to a pure, white one.

He got an angel wing tattoo.

My stomach fills with butterflies as I admire the work.

"When did you get those?" I ask as Alexander turns around.

"A week before the wedding," he answers, staring into my eyes deeply.

“Why?”

“Because you’re my angel, Thalia. Always have been, always will be.”

"I want to feel you bare."

Alexander freezes and looks at me. "Are you sure?"

"Are you clean?"

"Yea."

"Then, I'm sure."

Alexander throws the box on the floor and then walks towards me. Our mouths mold together again, and his hand trails up my neck.

His other hand takes off my bra and then reaches down to rip off my underwear. My knees bend, hugging his waist as our bodies stick together, grinding against one another.

My eyebrows furrow when I feel his cock grind against my clit and then slide down to my entrance.

Alexander reaches down and gathers my wetness before wrapping his hand around his cock.

Then I feel him slowly push inside me.

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