Chapter 0360
Athena
He wiped the damp cloth across my face.
His gaze tracked a single water droplet’s path.
It trailed down my chin.
Then it slipped between my breasts and vanished into my bra.
“I’ve lost too many people already,” he murmured, continuing to clean the blood from my skin.
“I’m not going anywhere, Alexander. I’m yours. Always yours. I will fight for our family.”
I meant every word.
There was a time I might have surrendered, but that version of me was gone.
He pulled me against his chest so forcefully the air rushed from my lungs.
His lips found mine before I could even catch my breath.
In one smooth motion, he lifted my legs around his hips and lowered us to the ground.
His tongue plunged into my mouth.
He ground his hardening length against me, a raw and desperate need.
His lips traveled along my jaw, leaving soft kisses that sparked electricity across my skin.
He moved lower, to the mark on my neck.
His breath alone set my flesh on fire.
“Alexander,” I whispered as he tore the bra from my body.
His mouth crashed back onto mine.
He cupped my breast, rolling my nipple beneath his thumb before drawing it into his mouth.
My fingers tangled in his hair.
My back arched.
A cool breeze brushed my thighs as he ripped my jeans away.
He pulled back, watching me struggle to breathe.
Then he ran a single finger straight up the center of my black panties.
The touch stole my gasp.
He stroked me slowly, pushing my thighs apart.
He pressed his face against my damp heat.
With his teeth, he shredded the fabric and tore it away as if it were the last barrier between us.
His tongue glided over my core.
His hands slid around my ass, lifting my hips from the ground.
He plunged his tongue deep inside me.
I bit my lip, stifling a moan as he licked me clean.
He squeezed my ass as I rocked against his face.
His crimson eyes locked with mine.
There was something intensely arousing about him watching me as he brought me closer to the edge.
He paused. “Trying to stay quiet?”
I nodded, hyper-aware of our surroundings.
Someone could be watching.
We wouldn’t even know—especially if they had no scent.
He drove a finger into me.
His tongue flicked over my clit.
He watched me struggle to contain my sounds.
A second finger forced a gasp past my lips.
A third had me shuddering around him.
He didn’t let me savor it.
He pulled me against his bare chest.
His hard length pressed against my entrance.
Alexander cupped the back of my head, kissing me desperately.
His other hand teased me from behind.
He lifted me slightly, letting just the tip of his cock press against me.
He held me there, suspended.
“I need you,” I whispered.
He nipped my bottom lip.
Then he thrust just enough to enter me.
“More!” I pleaded.
He grinned, stroking me with his fingers.
He knew exactly what I wanted.
He held my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Take control.”
I moved his hands from my ass.
I pressed my lips to his as I sank onto his solid length.
He groaned when I began to ride him.
His hands locked around my waist, fingers digging into my skin as pleasure coiled tight inside me.
I moved slowly, savoring how he filled every part of me.
My head fell back.
My muscles clenched around him. “Fuck… Ohhhh…”
Alexander gripped my hips, thrusting up each time I came down.
He forced me to move faster until I was overwhelmed.
“Don’t stop,” he growled.
He unexpectedly slapped my ass, guiding me up and down his length until he swelled inside me.
He sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit down just as ecstasy shattered me.
My movements slowed, riding him through the rippling waves of pleasure.
Suddenly, he flipped me onto my back.
He pulled my right leg over his shoulder and plunged back into me. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He fucked me until my vision blurred.
Our heavy breaths synchronized.
He thrust harder and deeper as I begged him to fill me.
He pressed his whole body against mine.
His teeth found the mark on my neck and sank deep as he released inside me.
Afterward, we lay together.
His tongue swiped over my neck, cleaning the blood from the bite.
He ran his thumb over the wound as it healed.
I’d never questioned why he bit me, or why he seemed to savor my blood.
I only knew he never did it to cause pain.