Page 122 of Your Sharpest Edge
“Malyshka,” Alex growled. “Tell me what you need right now.”
Him.I needed him in every way. I wanted to be tangled in his arms. I wanted to feel what it meant to love and be loved. I wanted a mess of our emotions all on the table for us to take.
“You,” I whispered breathlessly.
He backed up, and when he hit the bed, he sat. I followed him, our gazes locked. He spread his legs so I could stand between them as he grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled me close to him.
“What do you need?” he asked.
“I need to make love to you, Alex. I need you?—”
His mouth met mine, but this time, it wasn’t in a frantic frenzy. It was slow and languid.
“I need you,” I repeated.
He stopped kissing me and traced a wisp of my hair that hung in my face, pushing it back with the other pieces past my shoulders. “I’ve always been here.”
He tugged the hem of his shirt, and I lifted my hands, allowing him to pull the shirt up, exposing my hard nipples. “So fucking beautiful.”
He trailed kisses down my neck until he got to my nipple, taking it in his mouth. Wrapping his tongue around it, he sucked my pebbled nub. I cried, throwing my head back. His hands roamed my body as I slipped out of my shorts.
“I need you inside me.”
I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I was so overcome with emotion. I wanted to bury myself inside him. I wanted our bodies to mold together. I wanted to feel all those things I had when I first met him.
“Get on,” he demanded.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he scooted us backward, propping himself against the large wooden headboard. “If you need stability, hold your hands above me.”
I realized what he was telling me to do. He wanted me on top of him. I was wet, still primed from earlier, and I gently lowered myself onto him.
“You’re mine,” he whispered as I moved slowly, letting his cock fill me up.
It was so much at first, and part of me wondered when I would finally get used to how thick and big he was.
“You’re mine,” I whispered back.
He groaned as if my words somehow gave him more pleasure than my body.
“Tell me that again,” he asked.
“What?” I said as I continued to make my descent onto him.
“Tell me I’m yours.”
A smile formed as I wrapped my hands around his neck. “You’re mine.”
Taking me by surprise, he thrust upward, making me jerk, but eventually, I settled into an even movement. This time was different from earlier. We were two becoming one. We were Alex and Anastasia together again. It was as if time had never continued, and it had stayed still all those years ago. My knees didn’t hurt. My body didn’t ache in places that it once did. My heart wasn’t broken.
But we were also so different. Because time had passed, and we were here together after all of it. Both of us had lived a million lifetimes before we’d gotten to this point. Yet we were back here again. Where Alex was my everything. He was my always.
“Alex,” I cried as I moved up and down, rocking my hips.
This was so much more than earlier. This fulfilled me. This cured me. This moment gave me the strength I needed to realize what that final piece was.
I rolled my head back as he slowly moved his hands along my hips, holding me. He stared up at me as I bounced on him, and Iknew what I needed and how to get it. Tomorrow, I’d make sure I faced that final piece before I let him in fully.
“I love you, Anastasia,” he whispered as I held onto the headboard, letting him slam into me. “I love you.”
