Page 92 of Wild Tangled Hearts

I take a deep breath, looking into his eyes, so warm and reassuring. "I’m probably being silly, but...”

He cups my face in his hands, his touch sending a soothing wave of reassurance through me. "You never have to feel silly talking to me."

I take a moment to gather my thoughts. "It's just that Naomi mentioned Angie, and it made me wonder if she's comparing me to her somehow."

Alex's eyes soften, and he brushes his thumb over my cheek. "Bella, you are incomparable. You're unique, and I love everything about you."

His words melt away my insecurities, and I feel warmth and love envelop me.

He leans in, and our lips meet in a sweet, lingering kiss, a silent affirmation of his feelings. As we pull away, he whispers, "You are the one I choose, Bella. There's no comparison because you are everything I've ever wanted."

His words and touch erase my doubt, leaving me feeling cherished and secure.

"I was thinking...” Alex says, “Hal and Kimmy's wedding is coming up, and I was wondering if you'd be my date?"

His question takes me by surprise. I’ve already promised Jess I would go to the wedding with her. My mind races as I weigh my options, but I can't deny the flutter of anticipation that his invitation stirs within me.

"I'd love to," I begin, "but I’ve already told Jess I'd go with her. Let me think about it and talk to her."

"Of course." he nods understandingly, his fingers gently tracing patterns on my arm. Alex's mouth meets mine in a sweet, lingering kiss filled with tenderness and a hint of longing. But as our lips part, Alex's mischievous side resurfaces, and he teases me. “As long as I’m the one who gets to take you home.”

I playfully retort, "Well, if you promise to be on your best behavior at the wedding, I might consider it."

He chuckles, fingers dance along my cheek, and he leans in again, his lips brushing against mine, this time with a sensual edge. The kiss deepens, our mouths moving in sync as desire flares between us.

With a playful grin, he pulls back just slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. "God, I love your lips," he whispers. “I could kiss you and never stop.”

I chuckle softly, my fingers tracing his jawline. "Who told you to stop?”

A low rumble vibrates in his throat, and his mouth is back on mine, hungry and intense. Our lips remain locked in a passionate embrace, desire surging between us like a tidal wave. It's a kiss filled with longing and unspoken promises, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

Alex scoops me into his arms effortlessly, my legs wrapped around his waist as he carries me toward the bedroom. I can't help but laugh in delight at his playful yet sensual gesture, the electricity between us palpable.

As he gently sets me down on the edge of the bed, our eyes lock once more, the unspoken understanding between us growing stronger by the second.

Our clothes are discarded quickly, his mouth finding every sensitive spot on my body, and I arch towards his touch, his lips. Every movement between us, every caress, kiss, and gaze, transcends words. His hands against my skin ignite a fire within me, and the feeling of his body pressed against mine sends waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.

I cry out when he enters me, needing a moment to adjust to his length and thickness. My body pulses around him, our gazes locked.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He kisses me softly, and my breath catches in my throat, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion that surges through me.

Our bodies begin to move together in a slow and steady rhythm. The room is filled with our moans and whimpers' soft, melodic sounds. Until our movements synchronize in a dance of passion and intimacy that takes us to the peak of pleasure. Time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves in the ecstasy of the moment, our bodies and souls merging in perfect harmony — a beautiful crescendo of pleasure and desire.

We lie entwined in the aftermath of our lovemaking. Our breaths slowly return to a tranquil rhythm. The room is filled with a comforting silence, broken only by the occasional sigh of contentment.

Alex's arms are wrapped securely around me, holding me close as if he never wants to let go.

It’s a perfect moment. There are no worries, no uncertainties — just the profound connection we share. Our fingers are intertwined, and the world outside fades into insignificance.

I turn my head slightly, my lips grazing his jawline, and he responds with a soft, affectionate smile.

"Are you thirsty?" Alex's voice breaks the tranquil silence, his warm breath brushing against my ear.

I nod slightly.

With a soft kiss on my temple, he carefully disentangles himself from our embrace and slides into his pants. I watch him, feeling a sense of contentment and warmth wash over me. The way he cares for me, even in these simple moments, fills my heart with a profound sense of love.

He returns with a glass of water and offers it to me with a tender smile. I take a sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe my parched throat. His fingers brush a strand of hair away from my face, and he leans down to place another sweet kiss on my forehead.

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