Chapter 0240
His hand cups my jaw, forcing my gaze to remain locked with his. The other hand slips beneath the water’s surface, fingers trailing down until they find the sensitive heat between my thighs.
“Alexander,” I whisper as he strokes my folds, awakening a deep, throbbing need.
A smirk plays on his lips as his palm presses firmly against me. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I murmur, voice trembling.
He gives one slow, deliberate stroke that sends shivers through my entire body. My hips lift instinctively, seeking more. Water sloshes over the edge of the tub. His grip tightens, holding me still.
I stare into his crimson eyes. “More.”
His finger pushes deeper, but still too slowly. Agonizing. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Please,” I breathe.
His gaze doesn’t waver. He flicks his finger once, teasing.
Impatient, I slide my own hand into the water, pushing his aside. I circle my clit myself.
His eyes narrow. He loves watching me touch myself. But he prefers having full control.
A low groan escapes me as he adds a second finger.
“Oh, Alexander.” My hips buck, but he keeps his rhythm steady, stretching me slowly.
Then a third finger drives into me. My core clenches, trying to hold back the building climax. It’s useless. I shatter around his fingers, hips rocking wildly as pleasure takes over.
He turns me abruptly, ignoring the water splashing everywhere. His cock presses against my entrance as he pulls me into a fierce kiss. Tangling his hands in my dark hair, his tongue explores my mouth.
Lifting my hips, I slide my wetness along his hard length, coating him before positioning him at my entrance.
He grips my hips and slams me down onto him. A cry of pleasure-pain escapes me as he fills me completely.
“So fucking sexy,” he growls, fingers digging into my skin as he thrusts upward. My jaw drops.
I hold onto his shoulders, moving up and down slowly. I feel him twitch inside me every time I sink down. He tortured me with slowness earlier. Now it’s my turn.
He tries to thrust faster, but I resist, staying seated longer each time.
“Should I bend you over?” he mutters darkly.
“You had your fun. Now it’s mine,” I reply.
A dark grin spreads across his face. He pulls my hands from his shoulders, pinning my wrists behind my back with one large hand. His other hand finds my clit, thumb circling my swollen bud as I bounce on him.
My eyes roll back. The ache inside me intensifies. We’re both holding on, waiting.
“Fuck, Athena,” he snarls as I ride him hard. I bite my lip, teetering on the edge.
He releases my wrists, hands settling on my hips as he slams me down harder. “Alexander!” I cry out, head falling back.
“Look at me,” he demands. I turn my face toward him, but my vision blurs as euphoria crashes over me.
He thrusts up, filling me with his release as he pulls me tightly against him.
We breathe heavily, matched in rhythm. He runs his fingers through my wet hair as I relax against him.
A smile lingers on my lips. Not just from the pleasure. He makes me feel like everything is truly okay.