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“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?” He pulls away, and I instantly crave the little bit of heat he was giving me. “You’re mine. And your little cunt is for my hands only.”
“Then take me.” I grip his arms, panting as he looks down at me. Even in the dark, I can see the glint of passion in his eyes.
He lets out a breath, not looking away as he shoves a hand down the front of my shorts. His fingers slide over my folds easily. “You’re soaked.”
He brushes over my clit, and a shudder runs through me. And then he’s tearing off the rest of my clothes and kneeling on the ground, kissing my inner thighs.
When his tongue finally circles my clit, I bite my lip to stifle my moan. I can’t tell what exactly he’s doing, but it’s sending slivers of pleasure through my entire body.
He thrusts three fingers into me, curling them against the walls of my vagina. One of my hands props me up on the table, and the other is grabbing a fistful of his hair.
I’m on the edge, and just before he pushes me over, he pulls away, his fingers sliding out of me. He shoves them into his mouth and licks himself clean.
“Do you want me, Sophia?”
I’m still reeling from the absence of his touch, my body coming down from my almost-orgasm. All I can manage is a little nod.
“You do, don’t you? Tell me how badly you want me.”
“I need you,” I pant, sitting up so I can look at him better. “It’s more than wanting. I need you, Xander.”
Alarms sound in the back of my head, telling me that’s a stupid thing to say. That I shouldn’t need him.
I ignore them.
“What do you need me to do?” He begins kissing my inner thighs again.
“Fuck me,” I whisper. My legs are shaking.
“Louder.”
“Fuck me.”
“Louder.”
“Fuck me,” I shout, not caring who hears the desperation in my words.
Alexander lets out a low growl as he rips open his belt, undoing his pants and pulling his cock out. He’s already rock hard.
But he doesn’t slam into me, no matter how much I want him to. No matter how much I know he wants to. Instead, he spreads my legs apart, positioning himself at my entrance. Then he rolls his hips forward, slowly entering me.
His gaze is locked in with mine as I silently beg him to take me, to overpower me. But he continues with his slow pace, not looking away from me.
“I want this to last, Sophia. I’ve missed you so much.”
“So have I.” The words rush out of my mouth before I even have a chance to think.
He leans down and kisses me, one of his hands squeezing my breast. While I moan at his touch, he continues his slow pace. I let myself get lost in the rhythm of it. Of him.
He kisses my lips one last time before moving down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. He moans, driving himself into me harder, and I raise my hips to meet him.
“God, Sophia.” He straightens. Still tweaking my nipple between his fingers, he picks up his pace.
I let out a whimper in response. His finger brushes against my clit, causing my body to jerk, but he works me lightly until the discomfort turns back into pleasure.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he thrusts as hard as he can, filling me. I dig my nails into his arms, grinding against him.
It’s everything I’ve missed in the men who came after him. Everything I’ve craved for years and told myself I’d never find again.
