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"How have I been acting?" he responds, teasingly playing with the edge of my lace panties.
"You act like you're ready to attack any guy who glances at me," I groan as his skilled fingers slip past the barrier of my underwear, creating a sensation that leaves me longing for more.
"I might just do that," he confesses, slipping one finger, and then two, inside me.
"Oh shit, Reece!" I pant, unable to handle the intense pleasure his touch brings.
Reece breaks the kiss, his eyes stormy with unspoken need and longing. "I can't keep it to myself, Genesis," he admits, his voice husky. "I've wanted you for a long time."
His words linger in the air, heavy with meaning, sinking deep into my heart.
"I'll be damned if I let Gregor McAllen whisk you away to Scotland or any otherBachelorfor that matter. I want to be that man in your life. I'm too much of an alpha male to just sit back and watch you with someone else," Reece growls.
His words barely register as his fingers twist in and out of me, slow but relentless. Thank God for his other hand at my back, supporting me. Without it, I'd surely slide off this kitchen island into a heap on the floor.
I'm only mildly aware of his domineering words, his attempt to claim me. "Hmm, an alpha?" I murmur.
"You're damn right, an alpha. I know what I want," he insists. I reach for his belt buckle, beginning to undo his pants.
"So, an alpha male—intelligent, confident, successful, a leader, always in power?" I challenge, slipping my hand into his boxer briefs and wrapping it around his hardened length. He shudders, his fingers stilling inside me momentarily. I stroke him, feeling the slickness of his desire at his engorged tip. "Answerme, Reece. Do you feel powerful?"
He responds, his touch hitting my G-spot, almost lifting me off the counter. I'm playing with fire, but I don't care. I'll match him, show him I'm just as formidable. My attraction to him is undeniable, but I won't yield just because he demands it. He needs to understand that this is a two-way street.
"Yes, I do, damn it," he growls, his voice strained as if we're in a battle of wills. And maybe we are...
I lock eyes with him, both of us teetering on the edge. "I've always questioned men who call themselves 'alpha males.' A true boss doesn't need to announce himself. The room already knows."
Reece's eyes widen, momentarily taken aback by my bold response. A flicker of amusement dances in his gaze, the intensity of our connection pulsating between us. He releases a low chuckle.
"You're right," he concedes, his fingers continuing their relentless rhythm inside me. "Actionsspeak louder than words."
The dominance in his touch sends waves of pleasure crashing over me, my body arching instinctively toward him. Every stroke of his fingers feels like an affirmation of his desire and determination to claim me as his own.
As Reece's thumb circles my clit, I feel the first tremors of climax building deep within me. But instead of surrendering completely to the pleasure, I seize control of the moment. I tighten my grip, increasing the tempo of my strokes, matching his intensity with my own.
Reece's eyes darken with desire as he realizes I'm not easily dominated. The kitchen island becomes a stage for our primal desires, a space where we test each other's limits.
With every stroke, every touch, the hunger between us grows stronger. It's no longer just about physical pleasure; it's about proving ourselves to each other. I can see the fire burning in Reece's eyes, mirroring the flames that ignite within me. We're both determined to come out on top, to show the other that we're deserving of this connection.
But as the climax approaches, a realization washes over me. This isn't just a battle for dominance. Reece wants to claim me as his own, to be the man in my life. And while his dominant nature both entices and challenges me, there's something more profound that I crave. Love isn't about power or dominance; it's about trust, vulnerability, and a deep emotional connection. As the intensity between us reaches its peak, I make a decision.
I push Reece's hand away, panting heavily as I steady myself on the kitchen island. His eyes search mine, confusion and desire warring within them. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.
"It's not just about power and dominance," I say, my voice trembling with a newfound strength. "I need more than that, Reece."
Reece's brows furrow as he takes a step closer, his expression softening. "Genesis, I...I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression. This is about more than just physical pleasure for me."
I exhale, feeling the weight of my vulnerability. "I want to believe you," I whisper, my voice filled with hope. "But like you said, 'actions speak louder than words,' remember? Show me, Reece. Show me that you're capable of more."
Reece's gaze softens, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. His touch is tender now. "I'll show you," he murmurs, his voice filled with determination. "I can be the man you need."
With those words, Reece steps back slightly, his hands moving to undo his belt and pants completely. I watch with anticipation and nervousness as he lowers himself to his knees in front of me.
"Reece..." I sigh as I feel his warm breath against my inner thigh. His lips trail kisses along my sensitive skin, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.
My fingers clutch the edge of the kitchen island, desperate for something to hold on to as Reece's skilled tongue explores the depths of my desire. His touch is both gentle and commanding, a perfect balance that leaves me weak in the knees.
His tongue flicks against my clit, sending a surge of pleasure through my body. I moan, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. He knows exactly how to push me to the brink of ecstasy.
