Page 72 of Thalia De Luca

I stop kissing him and squeeze my eyes shut as I feel him pulsating inside me. Alexander keeps kissing me on my neck and chest as he thrusts himself fully inside me. "Look down." I shake my head and my head rests on the bed. "Don't make me slip out, Thalia. Look at us." I sigh before opening my eyes and looking at Alexander and my connected bodies. My legs spread wider and his hand on my thigh grips onto me tighter as he moves inside me. "God, you feel so fucking good." Alexander groans and rests his head on my shoulder as he starts going a little rougher and faster.

My nails dig into his back as I clench onto him as he moves inside me. "Xander," I whimper, feeling the need to come already. "I need-"

"Go ahead. I'm going to keep going," Alexander says, not stopping for a second.

I feel pleasure expand in my stomach and I can't help but let out a loud moan. Alexander places his lips on mine and silences my moan, kissing me, biting my lip.

"You're so fucking perfect, Thalia," he mutters while going faster and rougher inside me.

Alexander keeps hitting that same spot that drives me out of my mind. I love this feeling. I want to keep it and put it in a bottle, then only open it when Alexander isn't around.

I love how I feel with him. I love how he makes me feel.

I love everything about Alexander Russo.

I love him.

My back arches as Alexander presses one of his hands onto my lower stomach. My eyes clench shut and I can't help but grind into him.

"Xander! Stop, please! It's too much-"

"One more, angel." Alexander thrusts into me at the same time I feel his fingers touch me. Rubbing my folds and clit as I grind into him. He presses the pads of his fingers into me while still moving inside me. "One more, baby. Come on, angel." Alexander kisses my neck and leaves marks.

I come for the second time and this time Alexander follows shortly after, thrusting deep inside me.

Thirty Seven

As I put on my earrings, I hear my room door open making me look back to see who walked in.

Killian walks in and he is wearing a suit and tie. He is also wearing his diamond stud earrings and his hair is messy, but he still managed to look decent.

"Yea?" I ask.

"Can we talk?"

Killian and I haven't talked since I said Happy Birthday to him which was a few days ago. I was doing what my dad told me and that was giving him space. Killian is obviously going through something, and I want to be there for him but I obviously don't want to pressure him into telling me.

"Of course. Let me just get my shoes."

Right now, I am in the middle of getting ready for the yearly Mafia ball. My dad told Alexander and me about it a week ago when we first moved into this house and Alexander asked me to the ball the day after.

Lately, he and I have been ehhh, civil, I guess you could call it.

There have been moments where I want to kiss him and then other moments when I want to deck him in the face. Like when I was cooking breakfast in the morning yesterday, he came into the kitchen and slapped my ass. I then kicked him in the dick. Might seem harsh but he shouldn't have slapped my ass; his fault.

But most of the time I do want to kiss him and tell him I love him. I’m just scared he doesn’t feel the same way.

"So, what's up? Thought you weren’t talking to me?" I ask while putting my shoes on.

"I wanted to apologize for being a dick to you."

"Why were you being one in the first place?"

"I don't know," Killian shrugs as he sits down on my bed. "I was mad."

"Mad about what?" I say as I finish putting my shoes on.

"At the world. Her name was Robin," Killian states and I look up at him. "She was uh, one of my best friends.” I walk over to my bed and sit down next to Killian. "But then she died, and I guess it hurt a lot," Killian says sadly. "The world makes something so beautiful and pure and then takes it away from you and destroys it."

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