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I trail my right hand from her hip to her inner thigh, enjoying the impossibly smooth feel of her flesh beneath my fingers. I move back a little to palm my hand between her legs.Mine, I think again with complete satisfaction. I press harder against her, grinding the heel of my palm against the most sensitive flesh.

A soft moan rumbles out of her, and I smile as I rub harder. Her panties soak through just as the enticing smell of her arousal heightens. My cock hardens even further at her readiness for me. “You like that, baby.” It’s blatantly obvious that she does, but I need to hear her say it.

“Mmhmm,” she mumbles as she grinds her hips up trying to increase the friction against my hand.

“Tell me what you want, Autumn…what you need.” I pinch the lace fabric of her panties so it bunches in her center, enjoying the view far too much.

“God, Alexander,” she pants as I pull her panties tight against her clit and press my flat tongue over the sweet spot, earning a gasp from her sensual lips.

“You. You’re all I need…”

Those words are my salvation and my undoing. This woman is my resolution to be better, to try harder…the answer to every question I’ve ever pondered. I know that I’ll lose myself in her, willingly. When I’m found, I can’t tell if what’s left of me will be a better man or someone much worse. Because there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I’ve claimed her as my own, and I’ll destroy anyone who dares to get in our way. Whether I leave a path of destruction in our wake, I don’t care, so long as she’s there to bear witness to my cruel tendencies and remains mine to possess. To pleasure…to worship.

CHAPTER 21

AUTUMN

The pressure of my panties against my clit is unbearable. I groan as electric tingles surge through me, threatening to bring me to unparalleled elation. Alex continues to drag his tongue over me, while his large hands massage every inch of my exposed flesh. This man is a magician. A very thorough and experienced one at that. I’ve never felt like this before. Like my body is being worshiped by a man, whose sole focus is on bringing me pleasure.

He weighs my every moan against each subtle movement of my body to know exactly what I need and respond to. His attention to detail is unbelievable, and I’m giving into every second of it…just like I’ve given myself to him. He wants me. I am his. In every form, he can have me.

I lift my hips toward him in encouragement but he eases the pressure of both his hands and tongue. “Alexxxx,” I whimper, lifting my hips again.

He chuckles deeply and murmurs, “Shhh. I’ve been fantasizing about this for a year, so don’t rush me.” He flicks his tongue, slowly dragging his thumb up my center to press down on my throbbing clit.

I throw my head back in abandon as I shout his name. My glasses shift into my hair, and my vision goes hazy, but I’m far from caring. At the moment, the only thing on my mind is the impending orgasm.

“Hmm. You taste even better than I could’ve ever imagined.” He runs his tongue up my center again, but this time he doesn’t stop. Back and forth, back and forth until I’m delirious with pleasure. His tongue pushes me to the finish line, but I’m unable to cross it. As if he can feel my body tense on the precipice of release, he eases up just before I tip over, only to continue his delicious torment again.

Tears of frustration gather in my eyes, further blocking my sight. “Alexander, please. Please,” I beg.

He hums in approval. “I like when you beg me.” He stiffens his tongue and slowly presses it into my empty core. I welcome the fullness, not realizing how much my body aches for it. I flutter helplessly against him and he groans. His thumb and index finger hold my clit firmly while his tongue continues to penetrate me, bringing me so close to my sweet release. I can feel it build. I chase the high, knowing that he will finally let me reach it. Like an addict, I already crave my next hit of this man.

“Alexxxxxxx.” I scream, back arching off the bed as I’m hit with blazing, white-hot pleasure. Electricity tingles through my veins. I shudder beneath him, my throat working helplessly. He continues to move his tongue as the unrelenting waves of pleasure course through my veins. Finally, my body begins to relax, and Alex pulls away, allowing me to come down from my high.

I’m panting heavily, my poor heart pounding furiously when I realize I can’t see.My glasses. My body clenches in panic. Just as anxiety is about to overwhelm me, a weight presses my entire body. Alex is lying on top of me, one arm supporting most of his weight, the other bringing a hand to my face to caress my cheek.

“It’s just me, baby. Shhh, let me in.” Alex murmurs softly. I run my hands down his muscled back, slowly taking deep breaths as I return to the moment and find peace in his eyes. “I need you now, Alex. All of you.”

He shifts his weight to lean back and remove my panties, never letting his eyes leave mine. At this close proximity, I can just make out the color surrounding his blown pupils. His gaze grounds me, keeping me in this moment with him. He quickly removes his clothes; and before I have time to take in his divine form, he is back on top of me. I feel his cock press against my opening and I grind my hips upward in eagerness. Without waiting another moment, he sinks himself into me one inch at a time. “Fuck,” he groans.

I lift my hands toward the hazy figure above me to grip his shoulders. My fingers dig into him as he slowly fills me, giving me time to adjust to a fullness I’m not used to. He finally bottoms out, his pelvis hitting mine gently. I’m completely full, his wide body above mine, and my sight out of commission.

I should be panicking, but instead I feel surprisingly free. I shift under him impatiently, needing him to move. Alex curses again and moves his hips, slowly withdrawing and thrusting back in. I know, in this moment, that nothing will ever compare to him…to this. I’m ruined for anyone else. It’s as if he knows my body better than I do. with every thrust he drives in a little harder, and I’m completely lost. His intense burning gaze sees deep inside me, understanding everything I could ever need or want.

I moan throatily, my core already beginning to tense around his length. Then he stops, his body stiffening. “Fuck, Alex, don’t stop. I ne–” His hand clamps over my mouth, tightly silencing my plea.

“Shhh,” he murmurs into my ear, “listen.”

I try to take my mind off the burning need to have his cock buried deep inside me repeatedly and listen for whatever it is he hears; but it’s hard with his addicting scent tickling my nose and his warmth spreading over my body. At first I only hear the hard pitter patter of rain hitting the roof. It seemed to have picked up since we got home.

Then I hear my name. “Autumn! Autumn, are you home?”

Andrea.

“Jesus fuck.” Alex swears, his voice almost angry when she starts knocking on my bedroom door. Shit, did we lock the door? I start to struggle under Alex. He curses again, but withdraws from me.

My core clenches around the sudden emptiness. I immediately miss the warm expanse of his body.

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