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“You’re wet for me already, aren’t you?”
I saunter closer, my cheeks burning.
There was a moment when both Pete and Grant had their hands on me when I feared it would be all Alex would see whenever he looked at me again. But the second he came to and looked into my eyes, I knew it wasn’t going to affect us.
Maybe if Daemon hadn’t got involved and put an abrupt end to it all, then things might have been different.
But right now, thoughts of what happened in that church are far from Alex’s mind as he stares at me impatiently and rubs himself through the fabric of his sweats.
“I can already see you’re ready for me,” I taunt, my eyes on the more-than-obvious tenting of the fabric. “Fancy giving me a better view?”
“Not until you give me what I want,” he growls. “Now get the fuck up here and let me eat you until you’re screaming for mercy.”
Unable to hold back any longer, I step up to the bed and crawl on.
“Hurry,” he growls, his impatience getting the better of him.
But while I might need this badly as he does, I’m not ready to rush.
I spent so long not knowing what was happening, where he was, if he was alive or dead. Now, I need to savour this—having him here, his warm skin under my fingers and his addictive lips against mine.
Throwing my leg over his waist, I dip low, taking his mouth in a filthy kiss that promises of all the things to come.
His hands are everywhere. It’s as if he doesn’t know which part of me to touch first. My thighs, my arse, my waist, my tits, my hair. Every single one makes me burn up for him, my nerve endings tingling with desire.
We kiss until we’re both breathless, and then finally, with his hands locked around my waist, I cave and crawl up his body, resting my knees on either side of his head.
“Fucking dreamed of this while I was gone. Thoughts of you kept me going, baby. Nothing would have stopped me from getting back to you.”
“Enough,” I complain, not wanting to go there right now.
The time for talking, for confessing a few more of our sins is coming. Right now, it’s about pleasure. And hopefully, a lot of it.
After all, I think we both deserve it after what we’ve been through.
With another frustrated growl, Alex wraps his hands around my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he drags me down.
“Want to fucking suffocate on you, Vixen,” he confesses before his words are cut off, replaced by my loud moan of pleasure as his tongue licks up the length of me.
“Fuck, I missed you,” I cry, grinding down on his face shamelessly.
He says something in response, but I can only make out the vibration of his deep voice as he works me like a pro.
In only minutes, I’m shattering into a million pieces with my fingernails digging into the hardwood of Alex’s headboard.
He holds me up as my muscles turn to mush before he moves me lower in favour of my mouth.
His kiss is wicked as he lets me taste myself on his tongue.
“You’re a filthy boy, Alexander,” I moan into his kiss.
“You fucking love it,” he counters.
I moan in agreement as he sucks on my bottom lip.
“Now get down there and get my dick out. I want to see your lips wrapped around it before you ride me like the dirty girl you are.”
“You want me to—”
