Page 189 of LA King

Alejandro pins me to the wall of the entryway as soon as we get into the house. He reaches for the hem of my dress and has it pulled up and over my head before I can protest. My back is pressed up against the cool plaster while his hot mouth and hands trail my skin and he removes my bra.

My heart races and every nerve ending thrums with need. He tugs at my panties, and the material shreds easily in his fingers.

“Alex,” I gasp.

“You know how I feel about panties in the house. But seeing as you were such a good girl today, would you like to be fucked in the hallway or in our bed?”

I love the way he says our bed. Our anything.

“Bed. Definitely bed.” He lifts me by my ass and wraps my legs around his waist before he carries me to the bedroom, his lips barely leaving my neck the whole time.

He kicks open the double doors to our room and throws me on the bed. I bounce in the middle, a giggle bubbling out of me.

His eyes rake greedily over my naked body as he runs his tongue across his lower lip. “You are fucking beautiful, Alana.”

My mouth is practically watering while I watch him remove his polo shirt. He tosses it on the floor and unbuttons his jeans. When he peels them down his perfectly sculpted legs, my pussy contracts at the sight of him. He is the finest-looking man I have ever seen. And he is mine.

Naked, he stalks toward me, and the expression on his face makes me shiver. He looks like he wants to nail me into oblivion, and I am here for all of it. He crawls on top of me, trailing kisses up my thighs before pushing my legs far apart and blowing cool air over my dripping center. I writhe beneath him, shameless with desire. He licks a path along my pussy, and my back arches off the bed as pleasure courses through my veins.

“I could eat your pussy all day long,” he growls against my flesh before swirling his tongue over my clit.

“Oh god,” I cry.

“I know, princesa. I’m here.”

He wraps his hands around the backs of my legs and pulls me closer, settling between my thighs while he licks and sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves. My climax builds with every lash of his tongue, but every time I get close, he moves lower, licking at my opening as I buck my hips against his face.

“Alex, please.”

“So needy for me.”

Yes I am, and brazen with it. I rock against his sinful mouth. He teases me still, groaning his appreciation while he laps at my arousal and brings me to a climax that leaves me breathless and shaking.

When he pushes himself up onto his forearms, his face is covered in me, and he wipes his jaw with the back of his hand. “Delicious.”

Then he crawls over me and presses his rock-hard cock against my still-throbbing pussy. “This is what you really want, isn’t it?” He notches the head at my opening.

My answer is nothing more than a groan. I seem to have lost my ability to form coherent words.

He trails his lips, still damp with my arousal, along my jawline. “You want me to bury my cock inside your sweet little pussy?”

“Uh-huh” is still all I can manage.

He stares into my eyes. “You were incredible today, Alana. What you’ve done for the shelter is incredible. I meant it when I said I’m proud of you.”

I get lost in his dark eyes, and emotion sticks in my throat. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this happy. I don’t entirely know how to handle him like this—when he’s sweet and charming and caring. The arrogant asshole who fucks like he was born for sex and sin—I know where I stand with him. But this man is someone else, and he holds my heart in his hands.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he says softly. “I’m going to fuck you like you deserve.”

I do as he asked, and he pushes himself inside me with one swift movement. I’m so wet from his earlier teasing that he slides in easily, making me groan his name as I take him to the hilt.

He fucks me slowly. So slowly that I feel every single millimeter of him as he moves in and out of me. His mouth seals over mine, and he kisses me deeply and fiercely.

Whimpering into his mouth, I cling to him, my nails biting into his skin. Every nerve ending in my body is screaming for release. His unhurried, deliberate rhythm keeps me right on the precipice of ecstasy. This is like nothing we’ve ever done before. One of his hands fists in my hair and the other roams my body while he continues leisurely fucking me.

When he breaks our kiss, he speaks Spanish words in my ear. While I have no idea what he’s saying, the sound of his voice vibrates through my body, soothing and igniting at the same time.

I feel worshipped and adored by him. And how can that be true?