Chapter 259 What We Couldn't Resist

Alexander's POV

I carefully took a bite, fighting the urge to grimace. The flavor was indescribable—a bizarre mix of bitterness and spice that clashed horribly. Yet I continued eating, not wanting to embarrass Kevin in front of Katherine and the children.

Emma was the first to react. Her small face scrunched up, and tears welled in her eyes as she struggled to swallow.

Katherine discretely spit her bite into a napkin, while Ethan pushed his plate away. Even William, who usually ate anything, looked concerned.

Kevin, noticing everyone's reaction, finally tasted his creation. His eyes widened in shock as he immediately spit it out.

"Kevin, are you okay?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

He stared at me in disbelief, noticing my half-empty plate. "I'm fine. That's... you should stop eating."

"I'm almost full anyway," I said smoothly, reaching for my phone. "I ordered takeout from that place near the market. It should arrive soon. Just keep chatting while we wait."

Kevin's expression shifted subtly. The contempt I'd seen earlier seemed to soften into something closer to reluctant respect, maybe even a hint of guilt. I pretended not to notice, offering to clear the dishes while our delivery arrived.

As the silence stretched, signaling the unspoken end of the evening, bedtime arrived. I rose slowly, reluctantly, the simple act feeling like a concession.

"Well, I'll head to my room then," I murmured, forcing a casualness I didn't feel, my gaze locking with Katherine's for a brief, charged moment. I was looking for a sign, any hint of softening.

"Goodnight," she replied, her voice a cool, level surface.

I nodded and retreated to my room, knowing Kevin's presence meant I couldn't stay with Katherine tonight. The distance between us felt deliberate on Kevin's part—another barrier to our reconciliation.

An hour later, when I was certain Kevin had retired to his room, I quietly made my way to Katherine's door. I knocked softly, hearing her move inside.

"What are you doing?" she whispered when she opened the door. "Go back to bed."

Instead of answering, I leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "Goodnight, Katherine," I murmured.

Her cheeks flushed pink. "Goodnight," she replied softly, the single word carrying a warmth that gave me hope.

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. The air between us felt charged, heavy with unspoken feelings.

"Katherine," I whispered, my voice barely audible, "I miss you."

Her eyes widened slightly, searching mine. For a moment, neither of us moved, the silence stretching taut like a thread ready to snap.

Then, as if drawn by some invisible force, I stepped closer. She didn't back away. Instead, her breath hitched, and her lips parted just enough to invite me in.

In that instant, we both forgot about the presence of her brother and the kids. It had been so long—far too long since we had been this close to each other. Our souls were yearning for this reunion.

I crossed the threshold into her room, the door clicking softly behind me. The dim glow of a bedside lamp cast gentle shadows across her face, highlighting the curve of her jaw, the softness in her gaze.

I reached for her, my fingers grazing her cheek, and she leaned into my touch. That was all it took.

Our lips crashed together, not soft this time, but ravenous, a desperate clash of teeth and tongues.

The kiss was messy, urgent, like we were trying to devour months of pent-up longing in one searing moment.

My hands gripped her waist, yanking her against me, and she molded herself to my body, her fingers clawing at my shirt.

"I need you," she gasped against my mouth, her voice thick with want.

Her breath scorched my neck as she panted my name, her hands fumbling with my shirt, tugging it up.

"Off—now," she demanded, and I raised my arms, letting her rip it over my head.

The fabric hit the floor, forgotten. My fingers caught the hem of her nightgown, and I didn't hesitate—I pulled it up fast, exposing the creamy skin of her thighs, her hips, her full breasts.

The silk crumpled at her feet, and there she was, naked and fucking gorgeous, her eyes daring me to take what I wanted.

I groaned, cupping her breast, my thumb flicking her nipple until it pebbled under my touch. She moaned, head thrown back.

"Don't stop," she whispered, her hands already attacking my jeans, popping the button with shaky urgency.

She shoved them down, and my boxers followed, my dick springing free, hard and throbbing for her.

No barriers left—just skin, heat, and raw need.

We stumbled toward the bed, lips locked, hands greedy. I traced her spine, grabbing her ass to pull her closer, and she raked her nails down my back, leaving fire in their wake.

"I want you inside me," she murmured, her words hitting me like a drug.

We collapsed onto the sheets, bodies tangled, like this was where we were always meant to be.

I kissed her neck, sucking hard enough to mark her, then moved to her collarbone, her tits. I lingered there, swirling my tongue around her nipple, and she arched into me.

"More," she begged, her fingers yanking my hair as I slid lower, hungry for her.

When I reached the heat between her thighs, I stopped, looking up. Her eyes were wild, lips red and bitten. That was it—I was gone.

I spread her pussy with my fingers, her clit slick and swollen under my touch. She moaned, hips bucking.

"Fuck, yes, right there," I gasped.

I couldn't hold back—I moved over her, my cock aching, and pressed it against her entrance.

She was dripping, so ready, and when I thrust inside, her pussy gripped me, hot and tight, pulling a groan from deep in my chest.

We started slow, but it wasn't enough—she clawed at my shoulders, urging, "Harder, please."

I fucked into her, each thrust pulling a cry from her lips, her tits bouncing with the force of it. My hands were everywhere—one pinning her hip, the other fisting her hair.

"Faster—fuck me faster," she demanded, voice raw.

I pounded into her, the bed creaking, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that filled the room.

Her pussy tightened around my cock, and I knew she was close, her moans turning to desperate sobs. I crushed my lips to hers, kissing her sloppy and fierce, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing tight circles.

She broke with a scream, her body shaking as her pussy pulsed around me, milking my cock.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming!" she cried, and the sight of her unraveling sent me over the edge.

I slammed into her once, twice, and then I exploded, my cum flooding her pussy as I growled her name, vision whiting out with the intensity.

We collapsed, panting, slick with sweat. I stayed buried inside her, not ready to let go, until I finally pulled out, her soft whine making my chest ache. She curled into me, head on my chest, and I wrapped her up tight, kissing her forehead.

"That was…" she trailed off, breathless.

"Yeah," I murmured, my voice rough. "You're everything."