"Alexander," she panted, voice strained. "I'm close—don't stop?—"
I pulled back just enough to speak. "Look at me," I commanded, waiting until those green eyes found mine. "I want to see your face when you come for me."
I slid two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them to find that perfect spot while my tongue returned to her clit. The combination was her undoing. She came with a strangled cry, back arching off the wall, inner walls clenching rhythmically around my fingers as wave after wave crashed through her.
Before she'd fully recovered, I stood and claimed her mouth again, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moaned into the kiss, hands fumbling with the buttons of my shirt.
"Off," she demanded. "I want to feel you."
I stepped back long enough to shed my shirt, then returned to her, the heat of her bare skin against mine sending electricity down my spine. Her hands roamed freely, nails leaving crescent marks on my shoulders, my back, anywhere she could reach.
"Bed," she gasped between kisses. "Now."
I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to the bed. Her naked body beneath mine, auburn hair spread across my pillows, was a sight I wanted burned into my memory forever.
She reached between us, palm pressing against the rigid line of my cock through my pants. "I want this inside me," she said, the demanding princess even in her pleasure. "I've waited long enough."
I caught her wrist, pinning it above her head. "Patience," I warned, though my control was hanging by a thread.
Her free hand found its way to my waistband, unfastening my belt with surprising dexterity. "Fuck patience," she replied, pushing my pants and underwear down my hips. "I've been patient for two years."
My cock sprang free, already fully hard and leaking at the tip. Her eyes widened slightly, tongue darting out to wet her lips in a gesture that nearly broke me.
"My turn," she whispered, trying to push me onto my back.
I resisted, maintaining my position above her. "Not yet." I leaned down, nipping at her earlobe. "I'm not done with you."
Her eyes darkened with renewed desire. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Everything," I promised, voice rough with want. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember why we're supposed to be enemies."
She squirmed beneath me, seeking friction. "Then do it," she challenged, reaching between us to wrap her fingers around my length. "Unless you're all talk, Alexander Moore."
The touch of her hand nearly undid me. I growled, capturing both her wrists and pinning them above her head, my larger body completely covering hers. "You think you're in control here?" I asked, rolling my hips to press my cock against herslick entrance without penetrating. "You think you get to make demands?"
"I think," she replied, voice breathless but still defiant, "that you want me as badly as I want you."
I couldn't deny it. The evidence was pressed against her thigh, throbbing with each heartbeat. I released her wrists to tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling just hard enough to expose the pale column of her throat.
"When I fuck you," I said, teeth grazing her pulse point, "you're going to come first. You're going to fall apart around my cock before I fill you."
Her breath hitched. "What if I don't want to?"
I smiled against her skin, recognizing the challenge for what it was. "You will," I promised, positioning myself at her entrance. "Your body already knows who it belongs to tonight."
With one powerful thrust, I buried myself inside her. We both froze, overwhelmed by the sensation—her tight heat enveloping me, stretching to accommodate my size.
"Fuck," I ground out, fighting for control. "You feel so goddamn perfect."
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, nails leaving crescent marks in my skin. "Move," she commanded, lifting her hips in silent demand. "I need you to move."
I withdrew almost completely before driving back in, setting a punishing pace that had her gasping beneath me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, drawing me deeper with each thrust.
"Is this what you wanted?" I growled, angling my hips to hit that spot that made her breath catch.
"God, yes," she admitted, voice breaking on a moan as I drove deeper. "You feel so fucking good inside me."
Her filthy words sent heat spiralling through me, pushing me dangerously close to the edge. I tightened my grip in her hair,pulling her head back to expose her throat. "More," I demanded, teeth grazing her pulse point. "Tell me how it feels."
