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Alexandra could only whimper in response, her mind hazy with the overwhelming sensations he was drawing from her body. His fingers moved with practiced precision, sliding in and out, curling against that spot that made her see stars.
“Y-Yes,” she stammered, breathless, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she writhed beneath him. “Oh, Oliver… I feel… I can’t?—”
“I’ve got you,” he coaxed, his voice a low growl. “Let go, Alexandra. Come for me.”
He increased the pace, pumping his fingers into her with an intensity that sent her over the edge. She felt the coil of pleasuretightening in her belly, building to an unbearable crescendo, before she shattered with a cry. Her entire body seized as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers as she cried out his name, clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded.
He continued to work her through the waves, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Such a good girl for me. Look at how beautifully you fall apart in my hands.”
As she came down from her high, still trembling and panting, Alexandra’s desire flared again.
“More,” she pleaded, her voice a hoarse whisper. “I want more.”
Oliver’s laugh was dark and sensual. “Such an eager little thing,” he murmured approvingly. “You want me, don’t you? All of me.”
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes wild with desire. “I need you, Oliver. Now.”
He didn’t make her wait. He positioned himself between her legs and guided the thick head of his manhood to her entrance. He hesitated for just a heartbeat, his eyes locking onto hers.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice gravelly, barely restrained.
“Yes,” she moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair and tugging him closer. “Please.”
With a slow, deliberate push, he slid inside her inch by inch, filling her completely. The stretch was intense, a delicious burn that made her gasp and cling to him.
He paused for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers. “God, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “So perfect. Made for me.”
Alexandra wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, the pain quickly fading into a pleasure that made her toes curl.
“D-Don’t stop,” she moaned, her voice raw with need. “I need you. Harder.”
Oliver’s eyes flashed, and a primal, possessive growl rumbled in his chest. “As you wish, darling.”
He pulled back slowly, almost torturously, before thrusting into her again with more force. He set a rhythm, slow and deliberate at first, each stroke pushing her higher.
But soon, his restraint snapped.
His movements became more frenzied, more desperate. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove into her harder, faster, claiming her with every thrust.
“Yes!” Alexandra cried out, her nails raking down his back, leaving red lines in their wake. “Just like that… Don’t stop!”
He pounded into her, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, like a dance they had practiced over and over. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, mixing with his deep, guttural groans. It was intoxicating; the sound of his moans, the feel of him inside her, filling her…
“God, you feel so good,” he gritted out. “You’re mine, Alexandra. Only mine.”
“Yes,” she breathed, squeezing her eyes shut as another wave of pleasure built inside her. “Yours, Oliver. Only yours.”
Her words sent him over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her as his climax crashed over him, his seed spilling into her as he groaned her name.
“Alexandra.”
That… That was music to her ears.
Chapter Twenty
Morning sunlight filtered through the windows, bathing Oliver and Alexandra in a warm glow as they lay entangled in bed.
The linens were rumpled, blankets strewn all over the floor—they were the only witnesses to what happened last night.
