Chapter 140
Chapter 140
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Alexander didn’t speak right away. The silence stretched between us, like he was weighing his response instead of rushing to fill the air. My nerves hummed as I waited, the pounding of my heart so loud it was almost ridiculous.
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting him to say. It wasn’t like what I had told him required any kind of response in particular, but I just needed him to say something…. anything. I needed to know what he was thinking of me…. of my truth.
Then, without a word, he stood.
I froze where I sat on the bed, watching as he crossed the short distance with that deliberate, unhurried gait that was all him. And when he stopped directly in front of me, close enough that the heat of his body pressed into the space I occupied, my breath hitched.
His eyes locked with mine. That closeness… the way he didn’t look away, didn’t soften or pretend… it made my pulse stumble.
Finally, his voice came, low. “Jason was stupid p>
My lips parted slightly, my throat tightening at the bluntness of it.
Alexander’s gaze remained on me. Then he placed his fingers under my chin, making me look up into his eyes. “And I’m grateful for his stupidity p>
I swallowed hard, my chest tightening, because I could see it in his eyes… he meant it.
Then he added, softer, like it was just for me, “Because it gave me the better deal.” His lips curved faintly in a smile, not a smirk, not arrogance…just raw honesty. “It gave me you p>
I didn’t think words could undo me the way his did. Not after everything, not after all the walls I’d built to protect myself from him…protect myself from this. But they did.
The raw honesty in Alexander’s eyes left me defenseless. He wasn’t smirking, wasn’t teasing.
He meant it. And that–his truth–was the last straw.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I whispered, “Then take me, Alexander. All of me p>
He sat down beside me, close enough that his warmth sank into my skin. His eyes held mine, dark and searching, a storm and a promise all at once. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, rough, like gravel dragged over velvet.
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That single question burned straight through me, stripping away the last of my doubts. I didn’t think, didn’t second–guess. I simply moved…climbing into his lap, straddling him, feeling the solid weight of him beneath me. His breath caught, surprise flickering across his face for the briefest moment before it vanished into something hungrier, deeper.
I took his wrists in my hands and guided them to my waist, grounding us both. “Yes,” I breathed. “I want all of you p>
His fingers curled into my waist, firm, steady, as if he was holding back the urge to crush me against him. His jaw tightened, his control fraying, and then he gave in.
He kissed me.
The first touch of his mouth was slow, testing. But that gentleness didn’t last. Within seconds the kiss deepened, urgency flooding through us both, his lips demanding, mine answering with equal hunger.
My hands tangled in his damp hair, pulling him closer. His grip at my waist tightened, dragging me flush against him until there was no space left between us. Heat roared through me, wild and unstoppable.
Then, with effortless strength, he shifted. In one fluid motion, he turned us, laying me back against the bed. The mattress dipped under my weight as he hovered above me, his body braced, his heat caging me in.
A gasp slipped out of me, but it was swallowed when he captured my wrists, pinning them above my head. His fingers laced through mine, anchoring me, claiming me. The dominance of the gesture sent a rush of fire straight through me.
His gaze darkened as he leaned down, his lips crashing onto mine with fierce, undeniable need. Every kiss was fire, every breath stolen, every brush of his body against mine breaking
me open more.
I arched beneath him, pressing closer, desperate to feel all of him, to erase the last of the distance we’d kept for too long. His breath came ragged against my lips, as if I was pulling him apart piece by piece, and gods, I loved it. Loved seeing him undone.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped against his mouth.
He pulled back just enough to murmur, his voice rough with restraint, “I wasn’t planning to p>
My fingers strained against his grip, desperate to touch him, but he kept my wrists pinned above
his strength both infuriating and intoxicating. It was the control in it, the raw way he held me as though he’d been waiting as long as I had to finally cross this line.
me,
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“Alexander,” I whispered, my voice a plea.
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He lifted his head just enough for our eyes to meet. The intensity there nearly undid me. “Do you have any idea,” he said, voice rough, “what you do to me p>
My breath caught. “Show me p>
Something in his gaze shifted. His mouth crashed back onto mine, fiercer this time, his weight pressing me deeper into the mattress. His hands finally released mine, but before I could move, they were on my hips, holding me firm as I arched up to him.
The moment his hands roamed, sliding under the hem of my shirt, I felt the spark like lightning across my skin. Every brush of his fingers was fire, every press of his lips demanding. I tugged at his shirt in return, pulling him closer, needing to feel him without barriers between us.
In that moment, nothing else mattered.
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