Chapter 158: First Night

Amelia's POV

I couldn't tear my eyes away from his naked form. Every inch of him was sculpted perfection—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscled arms that could both protect and destroy. My wolf howled inside me, recognizing her Alpha, her mate. I felt small beneath him, vulnerable yet completely safe.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Alexander lowered himself, his lips finding the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. The weight of him pressed me into the mattress as his teeth grazed my skin, not quite breaking it—not yet. The promise of a mark sent shivers down my spine.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against my skin. "I've wanted this for so long."

His hands moved with deliberate slowness, working the straps of the lacy bra down my shoulders. I arched my back to help him, my breath catching as his knuckles brushed against my sides. When the garment joined the growing pile on the floor, I fought the urge to cover myself. Alexander's eyes darkened as they roamed over me, turning from blue to molten gold.

"Perfect," he breathed. "Absolutely perfect."

His fingers traced patterns on my skin, each touch igniting something primal within me. When they dipped lower, exploring between my thighs, I gasped at the unfamiliar sensation. A sharp pain made me flinch, my legs instinctively trying to close.

Alexander paused immediately. Relax, little wolf, his voice caressed my mind through our bond. I'll take care of you.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a mixture of desire and apprehension washing over me. I'd never been touched like this before—never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Part of me wanted to pull away, to hide under the covers and shield my body from his intense gaze. But another part, a stronger part, wanted more—needed more.

"I—I'm scared," I admitted, my voice trembling. "I don't know what to do."

"Shhh..." Alexander soothed, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Trust me... just feel."

His fingers resumed their gentle exploration, moving more carefully now. The initial discomfort gave way to something entirely different—a building pressure that made my hips rise to meet his touch. My breathing quickened as the sensation intensified, my hands clutching at his shoulders.

"That's it," Alexander encouraged, his voice rough with desire. "Let go for me."

The pressure suddenly broke, waves of pleasure washing over me. I cried out, my body trembling beneath his touch. Alexander watched my face with fascination, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he guided me through my first climax.

"You don't know how many times I've imagined this," he confessed, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "How many nights I've lain awake thinking about having you in my bed, hearing those sounds you just made."

His lips traced a path down my neck, across my collarbone, and lower still. "It'll feel better soon," he promised between kisses. "Trust me."

I nodded, unable to form coherent thoughts as his mouth replaced his fingers, drawing another gasp from my lips. My hands tangled in his hair, holding him closer as another wave of pleasure built inside me.

When he finally positioned himself over me again, I was trembling with need. The initial pressure was uncomfortable, bordering on painful. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound, but Alexander noticed immediately.

"Breathe," he instructed, holding perfectly still. "It'll hurt less if you relax."

I forced myself to take deep breaths, focusing on his eyes rather than the pain. My body tensed involuntarily, fighting against the unfamiliar intrusion. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I struggled to adjust.

"We can stop—" Alexander began, concern etched across his face.

"No—don't," I interrupted, gripping his shoulders tighter. "I want this... I want you. Just... give me a moment."

I closed my eyes, concentrating on relaxing each muscle. The burning sensation slowly began to subside, replaced by a feeling of fullness that wasn't entirely unpleasant. When I opened my eyes again, Alexander was watching me with such tenderness it made my heart ache.

"There you go," he whispered, brushing away a tear with his thumb. "The worst part is over now... I promise."

Alexander moved with agonizing slowness, giving me time to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. His muscles trembled with the effort of restraint, his jaw clenched tight.

"You okay?" he asked, concern momentarily overshadowing desire.

"Don't stop," I managed to say, wrapping my legs around his waist.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He began to move, setting a rhythm that started slow and gentle but gradually increased in intensity.

The pain receded, replaced by waves of pleasure that built with each movement. I found myself meeting his thrusts, my body instinctively knowing what to do.

"Fuck, Amelia," he groaned, his control visibly slipping. "You feel incredible."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His skin was hot against mine, slick with sweat. Every touch, every movement sent electricity coursing through me.

I'd never felt so connected to another person—physically, emotionally, spiritually. This was more than sex; this was two souls recognizing each other.

Alexander's movements became more urgent, his breathing ragged. I felt that familiar pressure building again, stronger this time. When it broke, it was overwhelming. I cried out his name, my nails digging into his back.

"Mine," Alexander growled, his eyes fully gold now. "My mate."

He followed me over the edge, his body tensing as he reached his own release. In that moment, his face pressed against my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I felt his teeth graze the sensitive spot where a mark would someday be, but he pulled back at the last second with a groan of restraint. Even without the physical mark, our connection intensified, binding us together in ways I couldn't have imagined.

We stayed joined for several minutes, neither willing to break the connection. Alexander's weight pressed me into the mattress, but I welcomed it, never wanting him to move. Eventually, he shifted to lie beside me, pulling me against his chest.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his fingers gently tracing the unmarked skin of my neck where his lips had been moments before.

I nodded, suddenly shy despite what we'd just shared. "More than okay."

The realization that I was no longer a virgin flitted briefly through my mind, but I felt no regret—only a bone-deep certainty that this was right. Alexander pulled the blankets over us, cocooning us in warmth.

"I love you, mate," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. His voice held a reverence I'd never heard before.

I watched as his breathing evened out, his features relaxing in sleep. My fingers traced the strong line of his jaw, the curve of his lips. This powerful man—this Alpha—was mine. The thought brought a smile I couldn't suppress.

I love you too, mate, I thought, not wanting to wake him. No matter what happens.