He hammers into me with a frenzied, final series of deep, brutal thrusts that shatter his last hold on control.
Alexander shudders violently above me as he pours himself into me. I feel the hot spurts of his release flooding inside me, pulsing in perfect rhythm with my own contractions. He fills me completely, marking me from the inside out, warm and full and overwhelmingly his.
For a long moment, all we can do is breathe, our bodies tangled together, our racing hearts beating wildly against one another.
Alexander lifts his head, and when he sees me, his features soften with concern. He kisses away each tear, as if tasting something precious. “Are they happy tears?” he asks, his voice soft.
I laugh, running my hand over his sweat-slicked shoulders.
“Happiness... and the aftermath of a mind-blowing orgasm.”
He releases my wrists, kissing every inch of them, and flashes that crooked, cocky smile that melts my chest.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “I feel wonderful. Like I never have before.”
His grin widens, adorable and just the right amount of arrogant.
“Good. Because I intend to take my time making up for every second I was away. And rest assured, I’m not finished with you for the night.”
I arch a brow, teasing him. “No ‘four rounds with five-minute breaks’?”
He frowns, feigning offense, then laughs and shakes his head. He rolls to the side, pulling me to rest my head on his chest, his fingers idly playing with my hair.
“I’m not a boy anymore, Cecilia, trying to prove my virility with a scorecard. I learned a long time ago that numbers are meaningless without intent. I’m not interested in setting records; I’m interested inyou. In making sure that every time I touch you, you feel it in your soul. I prefer depth over speed.”
He brushes his lips against my forehead and adds, his voice thick with emotion: “You undo me, tesoro. Completely. And when I have you like this, I refuse to rush. I want to memorize every shiver, every sigh, until I know you better than you know yourself. I love you.”
“Ti amo,” I reply, snuggling deeper into him.
We linger there for a while, in a comfortable silence, existing in a bubble that belongs only to us. Then, he gives my thigh a firm squeeze and stands, sweeping me up into his arms.
“Where are we going?” I tease, laughing as my arms loop around his neck.
“I’m going to introduce you to the shower in my room,” he says, carrying me down the hall. “And finally indulge a fantasy that has been tormenting me since the first time I watched the water sliding down your body.”
“Oh really? And what would that be?”
A predatory smile curls his lips.
“Fucking you pinned to the marble wall... watching my cum run down your legs... and then cleaning every inch of you myself.”
I shiver, the anticipation already raising goosebumps on my skin and making my body ache all over again.
Alexander
“I missed your cooking,” Cecilia says, as she swipes a finger across the edge of the plate and brings it to her mouth… an innocent gesture that sends a jolt straight to my groin.
After finally making that shower fantasy a reality, I made us some carbonara while Cecilia checked in with Alicia, who’s at a sleepover at Felicity’s tonight.
Now we’re finishing dinner at the kitchen island. She’s wearing nothing but one of my shirts, and the fabric slips off her bare shoulder every time she moves.
She laughs and shakes her head. “Actually, I missed every little detail of you, Alexander. It borders on ridiculous.”
I set my fork down and hold her gaze.
“Ridiculous?” I repeat, arching a brow. “Ridiculous like barely listening during multi-million dollar meetings, watching the seconds tick by on the clock just to hear your voice for a few minutes? Just to see your face, even if it was through a screen?”
