But I don’t get the answer.
Because in the next second, he’s spinning me around to face him, and his mouth is on mine—hungry, claiming, endless. The kind of kiss that makes the world drop away. His hands grip my waist like he can’t stand a single inch of space between us.
When he breaks the kiss, his breath is hot against my lips.
“I hope you’re ready for me, krasivy,” he murmurs, a dark gleam in his eyes. “Because I’m going to ruin you.”
And then, without warning, he lifts me effortlessly, one strong arm under my back, the other beneath my thighs, pulling me into his chest like I weigh nothing.
A gasp escapes me as my arms instinctively loop around his neck.
He’s carrying me. Cradling me. Holding me like I’m something precious.
My heart pounds as we leave the bathroom and move through the soft shadows of his bedroom. I can feel the steady thud of his heart beneath my palm, the hard length of him pressing between us, and the way he keeps glancing down at me like he’s already imagining what he’s going to do once he gets me on the bed.
And I want it all.
***
If someone had told me months ago that I’d end up here in this room, in this bed, legs parted and completely bare beneath the man I once saw in an alley, blood on his knuckles and danger carved into every inch of his frame, I would have laughed in disbelief.
But here I am naked, flushed, and completely undone beneath him.
Alex kisses me like he’s worshiping every inch of my skin, like he’s trying to imprint himself into my very bones. Every touch, every brush of his lips is soaked in a passion so consuming it makes my chest feel too tight, too full. I feel like I might burst not just from pleasure, but from the way he makes me feel seen and beautiful.
My cock is hard again despite having a mind-blowing orgasm from what he had done to me with his tongue in the bathroom earlier.
His tongue circles one of my nipples, slow and wet, and I let out a broken sound, my back arching. Then his teeth graze it, just a little, sending a jolt straight through me as his other lubed fingers tease my rim, the touch is maddening—not quite inside, just circling the hole like he did with his tongue, coaxing out wave after wave of desperate need.
And when his thumbs start massaging a place just in between my balls and hole with a gentle stretching pressure, I shiver and let out a gasp, clutching the sheets tightly.
fuck, I did not know the perineum was this pleasurable.
He hums against my skin like he feels it too, like the reactions he’s pulling out of me are unraveling something inside him as well.
My face is burning. I know I’m flushed all the way to my ears, but I can’t care.
He’s still giving my chest soft, open-mouthed kisses, his breath hot, his tongue lingering like he’s savoring me. And then, slowly, he begins to move upward again, dragging his mouth along the line of my collarbone, up the curve of my neck.
By the time he reaches my lips, my heart is racing. My whole body is trembling.
And when he kisses me, it’s soft, deep, and unhurried
“Do you want my fingers inside you, baby?” he murmurs against my mouth, voice so low it rumbles in my chest.
I nod, desperate and pleading, unable to speak, because my body is already answering for me.
Alex sees it. He always does. A slow smile curves his lips, tender but laced with heat, and then I feel his touch firm and deliberate as his finger presses into me with a slow, careful thrust.
I gasp, my breath catching as I cling to his shoulder, nails digging in as pleasure ripples through me. He moves with such ease, drawing back just slightly before easing in deeper again, and again and again — until I can’t think of anything else but the rhythm of him. His breath is warm against my cheek, his mouth brushing mine, offering encouragement without words.
My hips rise to meet his hand in quiet desperation. I’ve gotten used to the way he touches me like this. It doesn’t sting anymore, since he does this to me almost every day, and still… somehow, it feels new every time. Like he keeps finding parts of me I didn’t know were sensitive and could come alive like this.
When he adds a second finger, a sharp breath escapes me, turning into a soft whimper. My eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed.
“Yes, baby,” he murmurs, voice warm and low and he begins to thrust deeply “I love seeing you like this. Love how you open for me.”
His words make my stomach flip, and I gasp his name in response, needing more, needing him as he continues thrusting inside me.
