"Anna..." he said softly.
I didn't pull away. Instead, I found myself leaning toward him...
Chapter Fourteen
Alexander
When my lips brushed hers, all the pent-up desire from five years surged out like a tidal wave, gentle yet unstoppable.
The kiss started tentatively, testing each other's intentions, laced with reverence for the past. Her lips were soft and warm, carrying that familiar taste, as if time had never pulled us apart.
My fingers slid to the back of her neck, holding her lightly, feeling the pulse beneath her skin. In that moment, my heartbeat synced with hers, and the five-year void melted away in this kiss, leaving only my craving—for her body, her heart, her everything.
"Anna..." I murmured against her lips, my voice rough with unchecked need.
"Alexander..." she whispered back, her eyes glistening with tears but shining with the same tenderness from five years ago. Her hands clutched my shirt, fingers trembling yet pulling me closer, as if confirming I was real.
Her response ignited me. I deepened the kiss, my tongue slipping into her mouth, tangling with hers in a teasing rush. I wanted her, couldn't wait to claim her again, to make up for all those nights without her.
"Five years, Anna," I pulled back just enough to whisper, my voice thick with hunger, "do you know how much I missed you? Every day, every night, I thought about you, about that night we shared."
Her breath hitched, tears shimmering in her eyes, but she didn't pull away. "I..." she said softly, her voice shaking with guilt and the same aching want, "I just... didn't know how to face you."
"Now you don't have to," I chuckled lowly, my palm sliding from her neck to her waist, stroking her curves through the fabric, "you just need to be mine."
My kiss grew deeper, playful and teasing, my tongue exploring her mouth wildly, mimicking a more intimate rhythm. She met me, her tongue wrapping around mine with a hint of surrender.
My hand dipped under her hem, touching her soft skin. Her belly was flat, but once, it had carried our child. My fingers brushed over it gently, a wave of tenderness washing over me, mixed with the urge to possess her.
"Anna," I said lowly, pausing to look into her eyes, "did you miss me? Like I missed you?"
She bit her lip, cheeks flushing, shyness flickering in her gaze. "Yes... always."
Her confession sent my heart racing.
I grabbed the hem of her shirt, yanking it up in one swift motion, taking her bra with it. The fabric bunched above her breasts, exposing her to my hungry stare. She gasped, but I didn't give her time to react. I leaned in, my mouth finding her skin, nipping at her collarbone, then lower, to the swell of her breast. It was a teasing punishment, my teeth grazing her nipple just hard enough to make her arch. "Let me see how much you missed me," I growled against her flesh, biting down lightly, sucking until she whimpered. Her body trembled under my assault, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer even as she squirmed. I moved to the other side, repeating the bite, the suck, the pull—marking her as mine, drawing out those sweet sounds that had haunted my dreams for years.
I pushed her back toward the bed's edge, her ass hitting the mattress as I pinned her there with my body. Shelooked up at me, eyes wide with a mix of desire and that shy vulnerability that drove me wild. My hands went to her pants, fingers hooking into the waistband, yanking them down along with her panties in one rough tug. She kicked them off, bare now from the waist down, her thighs parting instinctively as I knelt between them. I could see her already glistening, wet and ready, but I wasn't rushing this. Not after five years.
I slid one finger along her slit, teasing her entrance, feeling the heat and slickness that betrayed her. She moaned, hips bucking up toward my touch. Slowly, I pushed a finger inside, then another, stretching her gently at first, curling them to hit that spot that made her gasp. "Your body's so honest, Anna," I murmured, thrusting deeper, watching her face contort in pleasure. "Five years of missing me, huh? Just like this wetness—it's pouring out, isn't it?"
She flushed deeper, turning her head away in embarrassment, but her body clenched around my fingers, pulling me in. "Alexander... please," she whispered, voice shaky, but I could hear the need in it. I kept going, pumping my fingers faster, adding a third to stretch her more, my thumb circling her clit in slow, torturous strokes. She writhed, her breath coming in short pants, her hands gripping the sheets. The room filled with the wet sounds of my fingers working her, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
"Mercy... it's too much," she begged, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure hit her, her walls fluttering around me. But I shook my head, leaning in to kiss her thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin. "Not enough, baby. These five years? I'm taking them back slow. Every second you were gone, I'm claiming right here." I twisted my fingers, scissoring them inside her, feeling her body respond, her arousal coating my hand. She was soaking, dripping down my wrist, and it only made me harder, my cock straining against my pants. I kept at it, building her up, watching her edge closer to release but holding back just enough to torment her.
Minutes stretched, her pleas turning into whimpers, her body arching off the bed. Finally, I pulled my fingers out, slick and shining with her essence. I held them to her lips, my eyes locking on hers. "Taste how much you want me, Anna. Lick it clean." She hesitated for a second, cheeks burning, but then her tongue darted out, lapping at my fingers, sucking them into her mouth like she was starving. The sight of her, obedient and aroused, tasting herself—it snapped something in me.
I couldn't hold back anymore. My desire roared through me like a storm. I stood, shoving my pants down, my cock springing free, hard and throbbing for her. "On your knees," I commanded, voice rough, guiding her down. She knelt before me, eyes wide but eager, her hands wrapping around my length. She leaned in, her mouth hot and wet as she took me in, tongue swirling around the tip before sliding deeper. Fuck, it felt incredible—her lips stretching around me, sucking with just the right pressure, her head bobbing as she worked me. I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm, thrusting gently at first, then deeper, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged a little but didn't stop, hollowing her cheeks, her hands stroking what she couldn't take. The punishment in it thrilled me—making her submit like this, after all the time apart.
But I needed more. I pulled her up, tossing her onto the bed on her back, climbing over her like a predator. "Time to make up for lost time," I growled, positioning myself at her entrance. With one hard thrust, I buried myself inside her, deep and relentless. She cried out, nails digging into my back, her legs wrapping around my waist. I didn't go easy—my hips slammed into hers, rough and punishing, each stroke claiming her harder. It had an edge to it, just raw dominance. I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other gripping her hip, bruising as I fucked her into the mattress. "You left me, Anna," I rasped between thrusts, "but now you're mine. Feel that? Every inch is punishment for those years."
She moaned, body arching to meet me, her walls clenching tight around my cock. The bed creaked under us, our bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex. I leaned down, biting her neck, marking her again, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. Her cries spurred me on—I flipped her over, pulling her onto all fours, slamming back in from behind. My hand came down onher ass in a sharp smack, the sting making her yelp, but she pushed back against me, begging for more. "Harder," she gasped, and I obliged, spanking her again, the red bloom on her skin fueling my roughness. Five years of frustration poured out—each thrust deeper, each slap a release of that pent-up rage and longing. I reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in furious circles as I pounded into her. She shattered first, screaming my name, her body convulsing around me, milking my cock. But I wasn't done. I kept going, flipping her back over, hooking her legs over my shoulders for deeper access, thrusting until she was sobbing from the overload.
The intensity built, her nails raking down my chest, drawing blood, but it only heightened everything. I bound her wrists with my belt from the nightstand, looping it tight, pinning them to the headboard. "No escaping now," I whispered darkly, teasing her nipples with my teeth while I rocked into her slow and deep, building the torment. She tugged at the restraint, the slight pain mixing with pleasure, her eyes pleading but hungry. I sped up, the punishing rhythm returning, our bodies slapping together wetly. Memories flashed—nights alone, aching for her—and I channeled it all into this, fucking her until she came again, harder, her juices soaking the sheets. Finally, I let go, thrusting erratically, spilling inside her with a guttural roar, filling her completely.
We collapsed, but the fire wasn't out. I untied her, flipping her onto her side, spooning behind her and sliding back in, slow now but still possessive. My hand roamed her body, pinching her nipples, sliding down to rub her clit as I rocked gently, drawing out aftershocks. She whimpered, oversensitive, but pushed back against me, whispering how much she needed this. I bit her shoulder, marking her once more, my free hand wrapping around her throat lightly—not choking, just holding, a reminder of control. "All those years, Anna," I murmured in her ear, thrusting deeper, "I dreamed of this. Of owning you like this." She moaned, clenching around me, and we built again, slower this time, savoring every inch. I pulled out only to tease her entrance with my tip, making her beg before plunging back in. The room spun with our gasps, the bed a wreck of tangled sheets.
By the time we hit the peak once more, her body quivered from exhaustion and ecstasy, multiple orgasms leaving her spent. I finally came inside her again, growling her name, our bodies locked in a final, shuddering embrace. Five years of missing, wanting, hating the distance—all released in this marathon of raw, exposed passion. We lay there, hearts pounding, the air heavy with our scent, until the intensity faded to a satisfied glow.
