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Chapter Seven
With his ears still ringing from his wife’s confession, Drake grabbed Alessandra firmly and pressed his lips against hers. As always, she immediately opened up to him. Their tongues danced and rolled in a familiar way.
His body became inflamed as he sought solace in the arms of his wife. Sounds of panting and tearing fabric filled the air around them. Blind need couldn’t have them close enough. Drake was a moment away from plunging deep into Alessandra but forced himself to pull away.
“Wait, Alessandra,” he panted. “We shouldn’t do this. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Resolve and desire burned in his wife’s eyes. She trailed kisses against his stubbled jaw and grasped his cock tightly. He hissed as she squeezed the head and stroked the shaft.
“Stop!” he commanded.
“Please, Drake.” She loosened her grip but continued stroking. “I need you. We can be careful.”
She met his eyes in challenge, but the beast within remained tame. At that moment, he was not the Master in the bedroom. Hearing the breathy way she said his name had him ready to thrust into her hand.
“We should stop,” he softened.
“Make love to me, Drake.”
Drake froze, looking into Alessandra’s emerald eyes. His resistance crumbled immediately, and he captured her whimper with his lips. She was a cool drink to a man dying of thirst in the desert.
He was scared shitless at the connection he felt to this woman. Peeling back the steel armor around his heart and allowing her to spear and claim it made him burn.
As a teenager, losing his virginity was a rite of passage. It wasn’t with someone he had feelings for, not even a girlfriend. His first time was with a woman of a certain persuasion. She taught him everything he needed to know while riding him. Sex was purely a physical act. Gratification came from domination.
When Drake became a man, his father’s associates no longer held back. They brought him to strip clubs and exposed him to the darker side of sex. Lust suited him just fine. Even after he put his ring on Alessandra’s finger and recited the requisite vows, he thought that would be enough.
But Alessandra wasn’t just some woman. Their rocky beginning had led to more than he ever imagined. He’d found love when he expected to find contempt. He wanted to prove that her love wasn’t misplaced and hoped she’d give him the chance to make her happy. The very thought of losing her scared the shit out of him.
“Please.” The gentle plea from Alessandra’s lips enraptured him.
Powerless to her charms, Drake scooped her up and carried her bridal style to their bedroom. He deposited her gently on the bed and gazed over her voluptuous body. He could get lost in her peaks and valleys for days and find himself at home. She was his home.
Everything had shifted between them. For the first time, he looked through the love lens. Once, he thought he was in love. He’d wanted to propose to a woman he dated in college named Daisy. Years later, he still recalled her laugh and floral perfume. But she had disappeared without a word.
Sometimes he questioned whether Bitsy and Richard truly loved each other. Sure, they seemed content, but was it love? Only with Alessandra did he realize that every conception he’d had previously was wrong. Love was knowing he couldn’t live without her. Love was knowing he wanted to give her everything to put a smile on her face.
She was glowing in the soft light from the bedside lamp. She was a goddess worthy of worship and devotion, and her auburn waves were her halo. He would make sure his queen was never a pawn again. She had been sacrificed enough. He was willing to sacrifice it all now and lay their enemies at her feet.
Soft sounds brought his attention back to her. Her curves enticed him to kiss and lick every inch of her bare skin. All he needed to do was decide where to start.
He began with her lips, kissing her as though he meant forever—as though he genuinely loved her—which he truly did. Drake’s hands gently caressed her body.
He kissed along the graceful slope of her neck. Her collar had been left behind in his penthouse, and he realized they didn’t need it, not tonight. Tonight was about the love between them; power dynamics didn’t belong here. She deserved his adoration. He wanted to prove that he was her partner, not a Master or an owner.
Alessandra arched her back, allowing him better access to her chest when his lips ghosted over her nipple. He pulled it into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue, sucking until it became a hardened pearl. The other glorious breast received the same treatment.
“Keep treating me to those sexy noises of yours and this will be over too quickly,” Drake murmured against her skin.
“I can’t help it. You make me feel so good.”
“It’s only going to get better,” he promised.
Drake’s kisses burned down her stomach, kissing and nuzzling her navel. Taking Alessandra’s foot in hand, he looked her in the eyes before pulling her big toe into his mouth and swirling it with his tongue.
Her head fell back with a moan.
“I’m here to worship you tonight—every inch of you. I will devote myself to your pleasure. Command me, Alessandra. Tell me how to please you.”
