Page 158 of Ruthless Chaos
He starts with a slow, shallow thrust. The burning pain has melted into an electrifying, addictive friction that’s satisfying, but not satisfying enough. I move my hips with each thrust, urging him on.
Alexander grunts, and whatever was holding him back snaps.
One hand moves to grip my neck, the other gripping my hips. His thrusts get faster, harder, more frenetic. Pain ripples within me from each stroke, but there’s pleasure there too, an ache that can only be filled by more of him.
His grip on my throat grows harsh. I’m barely getting enough air.
It’s euphoric, like floating away.
Nothing else exists here. Just us, and I love it.
Each stroke leaves me warmer and wetter, more desperate. I hook my legs behind his torso, and I scream when he plunges into me even deeper.
“Keep your eyes open,” Alexander’s words come from behind gritted teeth.
My eyes keep fluttering closed, but I force them back open. I want to see him too—staring into his eyes while he devastates me intensifies the maelstrom of lust pulling me under.
It’s almost too intense.
Alexander pumps into me mercilessly, each thrust more desperate than the last. I take him deep, in places I didn’t know I could feel. My body is growing numb, the edges of my vision contracting.
Fuck, this is...
My body convulses. I tighten around Alexander; and a thunderous explosion of pleasure overtakes me so quickly I scream his name.
The aftermath floods me with a prickling of electricity that makes my extremities feel paralyzed—my fingers, toes, lips, eyelids, every part of me goes entirely numb. The world fades for a few moments, and all I can see is stars.
I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.
Alexander releases a guttural cry and his hips buck against mine. His length convulses, filling me with warm, wet stickiness. He falls on to me, smothering me in an embrace that anchors me amid the storm.
We’re pressed together chest-to-chest, he wraps his arms around me. Our skin is slick with sweat, and our heavy pants fill the air. After a few seconds, he rolls us onto our sides. All my senses are dulled.
Little by little, feeling comes back to my body.
My blood starts pumping again. Instead of feeling hotter than the sun, I’ve become acutely aware of Alexander’s skin against mine. It feels right.
One of his hands is wrapped around my waist, the other cradles my face.
I open my eyes to find him staring at me, wide-eyed. He’s wearing a slight smile, and his eyes are glistening in the flickering light. There’s sweat on his brow and his lips tremble slightly. His expression is open, unrestrained.
I’m seeing the real him.
As bold as I was earlier, I don’t know what to say now.
All I feel is happiness, a distinct blissfulness that makes me feel like I’m wrapped up in a cloud. There’s nowhere else in the world I would rather be right now, but I don’t tell Alexander any of those things.
I snuggle in closer to him, putting my head against his chest.
“You’ve been such a good girl, sweetheart,” he whispers against my hair. “You did well. I’m so proud of you.”
Those words ignite a spark that skitters across my skin. Alexander chuckles and I feel it against my cheek. “You like it when I call you a good girl, don’t you?”
I nod, not trusting my voice. Embarrassment coils its way around my spine. It wasn’t even something I knew I liked until I met him. Should I apologize for it? He must think I’m weird.
“I know it’s stupid,” I begin. My voice sounds like I’ve been chewing rocks. “You don’t have to call me that.”
Alexander’s chest rumbles again, and my embarrassment deepens. “You don’t have to be ashamed of it. Youaremy good girl.” He kisses my temple. “We’ll figure out more of what you like, together.”
