Chapter 16: Letting Go (18+)

Chapter 16: Chapter 16: Letting Go (18+)

"Lie back," he said, his voice rough with desire.

She did, sinking into the impossibly soft sheets, and watched as he removed the rest of his clothes. When he was finally naked, Iris’s mouth went dry. He was magnificent...all lean muscle and masculine beauty, his cock hard and thick, jutting proudly from his body.

He crawled onto the bed, covering her body with his, and the feeling of his bare skin against hers made her moan.

He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, his tongue claiming her mouth as his hands explored her body. When his fingers hooked into her panties and dragged them down her legs, she lifted her hips to help him, desperate to feel him everywhere.

Iris didn’t know why this all felt natural with him. With Jason....it had felt...wrong. whenever Jason would try to do more than a kiss, her body would instinctively pull away. But with Alexander, Iris kept craving more of him.

"So wet for me already," he murmured, his fingers sliding through her folds, finding her slick and ready. "So perfect."

Iris gasped when he touched her sex. It was euphoric. And when his fingers slid through her folds, she moaned and wrinkled the sheets tightly.

He circled her clit with his thumb, and Iris cried out, her hips bucking against his hand. He worked her expertly, building her pleasure with each stroke, each caress, until she was trembling and desperate beneath him.

"Alexander, please," she begged. "I need...."

"I know what you need," he said, and then his mouth was on her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth.

The dual sensation...his mouth on her breast, his fingers working her clit...was almost too much. She felt herself climbing higher, the pleasure building to an impossible peak.

And then he slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that perfect spot, and she shattered.

The orgasm crashed over her like a wave, stealing her breath, making her body arch off the bed. Alexander worked her through it, his fingers never stopping, drawing out her pleasure until she was boneless and gasping.

"Beautiful," he praised, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. He sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving hers, and the sight was so erotic that Iris felt a fresh wave of desire pulse through her. "You taste like heaven."

Before she could recover, he was moving down her body, spreading her thighs wide, settling between them. His breath ghosted over her sensitive flesh, and then his tongue was on her, licking through her folds, circling her clit with devastating precision.

Iris’s hands flew to his hair, gripping tight as he devoured her. He ate her like a man starved, his tongue and lips and teeth working in perfect harmony to drive her out of her mind. When he slid his fingers back inside her, pumping in time with the movements of his tongue, she felt herself climbing again, impossibly fast.

"Come for me," he commanded against her flesh. "Let me taste you again."

And she did, crying out his name as the second orgasm tore through her, even more intense than the first. Her thighs trembled around his head, and he held her steady, licking her through the aftershocks until she was whimpering with oversensitivity.

Iris now understood what the talk about sex was all about. No wonder when people describe it, they’d simply say, it was... ectasy.

When he finally pulled away, his lips were glistening with her arousal, and the satisfied smirk on his face was pure masculine pride.

"I could spend hours between your thighs," he said, crawling back up her body. "And I will. But right now, I need to be inside you."

"Yes," she breathed. "Please, Alexander. I need you."

He reached for the nightstand, pulling out a condom, and Iris watched as he rolled it on with practiced efficiency. Then he was positioning himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her, and she held her breath in anticipation.

He pushed inside slowly, breaking through her barrier, giving her time to adjust to his size, and Iris gasped at the stretch, the fullness, the perfect feeling of him filling her completely.

When he was fully seated, he paused, his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathing hard.

"Mine," he said, and it sounded like a vow. "You’re mine now, Iris."

"Yours," she agreed, and she meant it.

He began to move slowly at first, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in, setting a rhythm that was both tender and possessive.

Each thrust hit something deep inside her, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.

"Harder," she begged. "Please, Alexander. I need...."

He growled....actually growled....and his control snapped. He began to pound into her, his hips driving forward with a force that should have been painful but instead felt perfect. The bed shook with the force of his thrusts, and Iris could only hold on, her nails raking down his back as he claimed her with a primal intensity that stole her breath.

"So tight," he groaned. "So perfect. Made for me. Only me."

"Only you," she gasped, feeling another orgasm building, this one deeper, more intense than the others.

He shifted the angle slightly, and suddenly he was hitting her G-spot with every thrust, and Iris screamed, her body convulsing as the most powerful orgasm of her life ripped through her. She felt herself clench around him, felt her body milk his cock, and heard him curse as his own release overtook him.

He thrust deep one final time, his body going rigid as he came, and Alexander biting her on her neck. Iris screamed but it was overshadowed when she felt the pulsing of his cock inside her, felt the way he trembled above her, and knew that something fundamental had shifted between them.

When he finally collapsed beside her, pulling her against his chest, they were both slick with sweat and breathing hard.

Iris felt boneless, satisfied in a way she’d never experienced before. Every nerve ending hummed with pleasure, and her body felt heavy and languid.

Alexander’s hand stroked through her hair, his touch surprisingly gentle after the intensity of their lovemaking. "Sleep," he murmured against her temple. "I’ve got you."

And despite everything....despite the fact that she barely knew him, despite the possessiveness in his voice, despite the way he’d claimed her so completely.....Iris felt safe. Protected, and cherished.

She let her eyes drift closed, her body molding against his, and felt his arms tighten around her.

As she slipped into sleep, she didn’t notice the way his eyes had changed....gone even darker and turned bright red, almost glowing in the dim light.

Didn’t notice the way his canines seemed slightly longer, sharper. Didn’t notice the satisfied, almost feral smile that curved his lips as he looked down at her.

She was his now. Finally, after centuries of searching, he’d found her.

And nothing....not heaven, not hell, not fate itself....would take her from him again.