Chapter 54 His Unreadable Eyes

Chapter 54 His Unreadable Eyes
Elena

Alexander didn’t move an inch. He just stood there like a silent, sculpted storm, blocking the only exit to the room. His eyes were locked on me with a heat that felt so sharp it practically sliced through my already fragile composure.

And the way he looked at me. 
Those eyes… they didn’t look like the eyes of a man angry about a phone call. I wasn't sure of if he heard my conversation on the phone. Or maybe he had but wasn't bothered. 

His eyes looked like the eyes of a man who wanted to claim.

My mouth went dry at the sudden realization.

“A-Alexander…” I stammered out a whisper.

He began to move towards me, his steps were predatory and slow. Every single step he made, made my pulse jump. 

His jaw clenched as if he was holding back his emotions at once. 

“What’s going on?” he asked in a voice that was deep and controlled. A bit too controlled.

I swallowed hard.

“N-Nothing. I was just— it was Riley.” I stammered, not wanting him to know who it was. There was no use in him knowing. 

His gaze flicked to my phone on the table and then back to me. 

“You’re shaking,” he said quietly.

I hadn’t realized I was. My fingers trembled against my palm, betraying me.

His eyes darkened further.

“Elena,” he murmured and took a step even closer, “look at me.” he ordered. 

I did. God help me, I did. His tone was too commanding to resist. 

There was frustration in his stare… but under that frustration ,I saw something, something primal and dangerous… something that made my breath catch.

My heartbeat wasn’t mine anymore. It was his.
Everything was suddenly his. I could hear the loud beating of my heart in my chest. It was almost embarrassing, I thought he could hear it too. 

“You shouldn’t look at me that way,” he said in a voice that had grown rough and hoarse. 

“What way?” I whispered before I could stop myself.

His lips tilted at one corner, allowing a small smirk to play on those lips of his.

“Like you want me to ruin you.” he growled. 

And God help me, every single breath of air I had in my fled from my lungs.

He wasn’t wrong.

I wanted him to ruin me. In more ways —positions, than one. Ahem. 

I freaking knew that I should pull back. I knew I should fight the magnetic pull that had been tightening between us for weeks, but my body reacted before my mind did as my feet suddenly had a mind of their own and shifted closer to him, all the while trembling. 

“Alexander…” my voice broke around his name. I couldn't say whether it was a warning or an invitation. 

He probably knew better than I did, because his hand lifted slowly and deliberately until his fingers brushed my cheeks. 

His fingers felt cook and calming against my hot skin and I leaned into his touch like a sinner who was leaning into her favourite sin. 

His dark eyes bore into mine as his thumb traced my lower lip.

“You drive me… insane,” he breathed.

My eyelids fluttered shut and I felt heat pooling everywhere inside me.

His forehead lowered until it rested against mine.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered in a restrained voice. 

Oh but I knew the things he was doing to me, but I was just going to blame it on the pregnancy hormones. 

My hands slid up his chest and gripped his shirt for balance, or for sanity, but I knew that there was no holding onto sanity around this man.

His breath hitched when I rose onto my toes and leaned into him, wanting to get even closer to him.

Blame it on the damn pregnancy hormones. 

Alexander let out a low and dark sound.

“Elena,” he warned in a gruff voice.

It wasn’t exactly a warning.
It was permission.

His mouth crashed onto mine without announcement.

I shut my eyes when I felt his hot tongue against mine. 

His lips were demanding, consuming, molding mine to his rhythm. He kissed like a man who had been starved, like he had been waiting far too long for this moment to break. And at some point,it got too intense, I almost thought that he was trying to punish me for something I did. 

I kissed him back though, without fear and without thinking as if breathing him in was the only thing keeping me alive.

My fingers slid into his hair and his arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me and pulling me into him until I could feel his arousal pressing into my lady parts 

Every insecurity, every cruel word from earlier dissolved and all that remained was the fire of his mouth against mine.

He broke away just long enough to speak against my lips.

“You’re mine tonight.” he growled and I shivered at the sound. 

“Alexander” I whispered his name like a plea.

He kissed down the side of my neck, infuriatingly slow enough to make me tremble and deep enough to make me ache. My breath faltered as his lips dragged fire down my skin.

Oh gosh, I shut my eyes as he pressed me back against the wall with his body pinning mine.
His hands slid firmly to my hips and held me like he finally refused to let me slip away again.

His eyes searched mine in an intensed, hungry and vulnerable manner. 

“Elena… tell me to stop,” he murmured.

I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t.

Because I knew he didn't want that.

Instead, I curled my fingers around his collar and pulled him back into a kiss that said everything I couldn’t put into words.

He let out a sharp exhale, it almost sounded like he was in pain.

“I can’t walk away from you,” he admitted against my mouth.

My heart was beating so fastly, it was terrific. 

My body arched into his because it recognized something, he wasn’t taking.
We both were falling.

His lips found mine again and it was deeper and rougher, leaving me breathless and burning and whispering his name. My head fell back as his mouth trailed along my jaw, my shoulders, everywhere he wanted to worship and possess.

The room began to spin and I felt my knees weaken under me, all I could cling to was him. 

And then, he entered me. I felt my body tighten, my breath kept catching on a sound I simply couldn't control.

Every nerve in my body was lit on fire. 

I clutched at him, with my fingers digging into his shoulders as he pumped repeatedly into me, igniting my body with heat and sensation. 

“Alexander—!” His name tore from my throat in a raw and uncontained voice.

He held me tight against him, with his forehead pressed to mine as his own breath fractured. His jaw locked, and his body tensed and I just knew that he was following me over the edge too.

For a moment, there was nothing but the frantic thud of two hearts that kept beating too close and too fast.

His arms stayed locked around me, not letting me go.

Our breathing slowly steadied…and my senses began to become less mushy. Or all the more mushy because I instantly felt fatigued and slowly began to fall asleep. 

From my subconscious, I could feel Alexander staring down at me but I couldn't be bothered.