With one smooth thrust, he enters me, inch by erotic inch, until he’s seated fully inside me. Our synchronous moans speak the words we don’t say. How damn good it feels to finally give in to the love we denied for too long. How complete we are together, those missing pieces snapping into place and making us whole.
Our lips meet, our kiss slow and sensuous, mimicking the languid tempo of our lovemaking. Aleksander kisses me in a way that I can only describe as decadent.
“You feel like heaven, Songbird.”
And then he moves.
Our joined hands hold tight as he fucks me, every thrust, every roll of his hips has me moaning his name. Slow turns to punishing as Aleksander pounds into me, taking me higher and higher. Deeper. Harder.
So fucking good.
That familiar pressure coils, tighter, faster, the building orgasm threatening to destroy me in the most amazing way. Not breaking our connection, he gathers me in his arms and lifts me off the floor. I wrap every part of myself around him, chest to chest.
“I want to watch you come,” he grunts out, grabbing my waist and slamming me down on his cock with brute force.
His arm muscles bulge as he moves me, riding me hard until my thighs burn with fatigue. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, my whimpers, his grunts—the living room fills with the debauched music of animalistic sex.
“Aleks, I…Oh god.Aleksander!” My orgasm hits like a wrecking ball, hurling me into sweet oblivion.
“Syn.” His guttural moan of my name sets me off again, and I climax a second time when I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with his cum, the sensation more wonderful than I could have imagined.
The room cartwheels when we collapse onto the blanket in a tangled, sweaty, satiated mess.
Lying in the quiet aftermath, Aleksander strokes my neck and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Happy?”
Eyes bright and wearing a goofy grin, I crawl on top of him and butterfly kisses over his face. “Very.”
“Hungry?”
“Yes.”
He cups my breasts. “The food is probably cold by now.”
“I didn’t say I wanted food. If I recall, you have a number to beat. Right now, it’s a tie. Three to three.”
He flips our positions, his cock already, amazingly hard again. “It’s about to be three to four.”
My heavy eyelids flutter open as the dim light of early morning peeks through the blinds. The fire has died down, no longer able to chase the chill from the air, but I’m not cold, lying on top of Aleksander, his arms around me, his semi-hard dick still inside me. I think we passed out at some point after fucking forhours. I am sore in places I never knew existed, and that’s saying something.
Aleksander’s arms tighten their hold in his sleep when I press a kiss to his chest and try to move. I didn’t hear the guys come back last night, and I want to go check on Fénix.
Something tugs my hand, and I realize that Aleksander isn’t the only person holding me.
Turning my head, my heart skips a beat when I meet whiskey-brown eyes.
“Hi,” Tristan silently mouths.
“Hi.”
Tristan’s gaze flicks to Aleksander, then returns to me, and he smiles. “Love you.”
“Love you more.”
Lying on his side, he kisses my forearm because Constantine is the other person holding my hand. He’s sound asleep behind Tristan, his arm extended over Tristan’s chest…and they’re spooning?
Trying to suppress my giggles, I bite my lip. “You two are adorable,” I whisper, keeping my voice to a hush so I don’t wake Aleksander.
“My left ass cheek is asleep because Con won’t let me move.”
