Chapter 48 048
Danica's POV
Our lips tangled in another kiss. Not the initial feathering, welcome back kiss.
This was Alexander marking his territory, while showing me a hint of just how the night was probably going to be.
Unrestrained.
Dominating.
Heated.
I barely felt him untie my robe through the kiss. And when his cold fingers ran slowly over my bare skin, between my exposed breasts, I arched into his touch with a soft moan.
His fingers traveled lower and my moans dissolved into breathless pants.
He broke the kiss just in time to place decisive kisses over my lips, jaw and then my neck. That one spot that always had me becoming an embarrassing mess with just one flick of his tongue.
He kissed the spot again. Once. Twice. And then he bit the skin softly... Or not. He didn't bite hard enough to leave his permanent mark there, but enough to
leave a temporary one.
Then he lapped it up with his tongue, sucking the spot softly to soothe the sting that I barely even felt.
One of his strong thighs rested between my legs and I shamelessly rubbed myself against him, trying hard to ride off the funny feeling that was pooling down there.
I mean, I had no idea how we even ended up in that position but here I am, chasing a release he wasn't ready to give on his thigh. And there he was, stopping me before two fat fingers found my hungry, throbbing core.
"Oh shit, shit, shit" I whimpered as the first tidal wave of my release slammed into me, hard.
Three thrusts. It took just three freaking thrusts of his fingers inside me, and his mouth on my neck and then my hardened nipples.
He didn't stop moving and the soft mewls wouldn't stop rolling out of my lips either.
Ever since the beginning, being this intimate with Alexander always felt different, overwhelming. But today, it was worse? Or better? Maybe both?
My body was hypersensitive to his touch today, it made it harder to not writhe and shake down the walls of the palace with my moans.
Talking about the palace... With a wolf's enhanced hearing, everyone was probably listening to me moan and stifle loud cries when the evening only just began.
He curled his fingers just right inside me, going deeper than he already was and I tensed, gripping his shoulder and a fistful of the sheets at the same time.
Then he hit that spot inside me unapologetically, repeatedly, until I was sobbing with trembling legs.
"God, you're so hot taking my fingers like a good girl, Dani"
The next orgasm hit me so hard, I almost felt my soul slip away. When I came down from that high with breathy whimpers and shuddering legs, he slowed his pace, just enough to make me think he was done playing with me.
I felt his primal gaze on me and then a low chuckle that followed.
"Fuck, Dani, I really want to spare you but what can I do when you're still so wet for me?" He whispered with a hard thrust.
Heavenly goddess, I wasn't just wet, I was dripping like a starved cave woman. If there was anything like that.
Two more thrusts and he withdrew to go down on me.
His mouth latched onto my dripping core and he ate me out relentlessly, hard, drilling his talented tongue into me until the only noises that filled my head were my own cries of pleasure.
"Xander... Xander, please" I whimpered, tugging at his hair even as I tried to pull away from him.
He didn't let me. His grip on my thighs as he yanked them wide apart by the second was enough message sent into my skull, that he wasn't done with me. And he wouldn't be letting go until he is.
His hot tongue flickered against my clt and my body jerked against his mouth involuntarily, sending his tongue even deeper into my weeping core.
The next roll and dip of his tongue and teeth had me mewling so hard that it felt embarrassing even to my own ears. But I didn't care at this point.
And if he doesn't let up, I feel like I might actually pass out.
Just as I reached my peak, he stopped, humming thickly as he planted two light kisses on my hypersensitive skin before telling me just how much he loves eating me out and how deliciously addictive I always felt on his tongue.
The flirty bastard.
I bet he had no idea what those filthy little words were doing to me after he just left my release hanging. Or maybe he knew.
I couldn't even whine in protest. Even my lungs felt like jelly already.
I could only watch him take off his shirt, undo his belt, his zipper and then his pants altogether.
My eyes took in his deliciously sculpted body and I felt my body tighten. My core dripped even harder and my nipples instantly hardened in anticipation.
'Dear Goddess of builds. This is so unfair, you bitch. How can a man be so perfectly sweet, possessive and unbelievably intense at the same time?
My eyes darted down and a thick lump formed in my throat.
There was no way he would fit. He definitely wouldn't.
But when he came back on top of me, unable to help myself, I wrapped my arms around his neck before placing a kiss on his bare inviting chest.
My fingers scraped his bare back while I flattened my tongue on his chest, taking a long drag across his skin, until he pinned me to the bed, with his hand wrapped around my neck.
I moaned at how good it felt, and I heard him mutter a curse under his breath from the torture I just put him through.
And I felt fulfilled.
If anyone could make me lose my damn mind with just a flick of their tongue, I was glad I could make them lose theirs with just a flick of mine as well.