Chapter 36 A night to remember
~~Ezera's POV~~
The guilt I felt outweighed any other I had ever felt.
I was about to sleep with a man whom Damien hated. Again.
I clenched tightly onto my brown coat, my heels clicked against the wooden floor, and my red hair danced against my back as Alexander's men led me to his bedroom.
It was not too late to turn back… right?
Unfortunately, my legs wouldn't cooperate with my mind, so one of the soldiers gently knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Alexander shouted.
The soldier nodded and stepped away. I slowly reached for the doorknob, but I hesitated, and I clenched my fingers.
“What are you doing, Ezera?” I mumbled.
I shook my head and turned around. “Take me back home, please.” I spoke as I began to walk away the same way I had come. Just then the door pulled open, and I froze.
“My bedroom’s over here.”
I slowly turned around and saw him barely covered up with just a towel around his waist. His brows pinched together, “Were you leaving?”
I shook my head. “I…” I swallowed.
“Come here,” he instructed.
I slowly walked towards him; he placed his warm hands on my chin, his piercing brown eyes fixed on mine. “If you change your mind, I can send you back. You know that, right?” His voice was calm.
I gulped. Why did he act like this? Like he cared about me?
“A…Alexander…I…”
“Shhh, come in.” He gently led me in and shut the door behind us; he spun me around and placed my back against the door.
The room smelled of cinnamon; my eyes widened as I looked around. He had lit candles and scattered flower petals on the floor and bed.
“Why did you do all that?” I inquired.
“For you,” he flicked my lower lip with his thumb.
“But it's just sex… right?”
“You said it's the last,” he whispered loud enough for me to hear. “I wanted to make it special.”
He drew closer and pressed his lips against mine. I leaned into the kiss, savoring every moment, before he pulled away.
“If you don't want this, I'll send you away.”
But how could he say that while his fingers traced the sides of my neck? Now I wanted more. “I don't…I want more.”
He smiled. Gosh, this man is handsome when he smiles. My heart raced as he slid off my coat, and it dropped to the ground.
“Wow,” his eyes scanned me.
I had worn lingerie; it was red and revealing.
I quickly wrapped my hand around my chest. “Sorry I…”
“It's okay,” he said calmly as he removed my hands from my chest.
He pressed his lips against mine again and lifted me up, my legs wrapped around his hips as he led me to the bed. As he sat, his lips moved to my neck.
“Ummm….” I bit my lower lip as I moaned.
He gently lifted the hem of my lingerie and took it off me in one go, leaving me naked. His hands fondled my breasts as he gazed into my eyes.
My heart raced, and I instantly looked away.
“Why do you do that?”
“Huh?” My brow raised.
“You keep looking away and…stuttering…. You are not falling for me, are you?”
My lips parted. “What?! No, you are not my type!” I shouted defensively, and as I tried to get off him, he held me tighter and spun me against the bed as he climbed over me.
The sound of his laughter filled the room. “I was just fucking with you.”
My face turned red; I was scared. What if he was right?
He placed a kiss on my lips as he slid off the towel on his waist. “Do you still want this?”
I nodded. “Only if you stop teasing me.”
“Deal.” He drew his lips closer to mine again; as he kissed me, he gently parted my legs and slipped his dick into me. My lips parted with pleasure as he began to thrust.
My head pressed against the sheets of the bed, “Argh…” I moaned as my body convulsed with pleasure.
“Damn, only a few seconds? I must be really good,” he teased. “One,” he spoke as he began to thrust again.
After a few seconds I reached my climax. “You are sexy when you moan,” he whispered in my ear. “Two.”
“What are you counting?” I asked breathlessly.
“How many times do I make you cum?” he answered with a straight look on his face.
I gave him a puzzled look. “How many do you aim for?”
“As many as possible,” he began to thrust again.
After a few seconds, I climaxed again, “Oh God!” I gasped; the pleasure seemed to intensify each time.
“Three”
“Wait,” I pressed my hands against his chest as he attempted to start again. “Can you let me catch a breath?”
He paused. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. “No,” I responded breathlessly, “I just need to catch my breath.”
He nodded, but he didn't pull away; he drew his lips close to my chest and placed a soft kiss. “I'll miss you,” he said in a calm tone.
“Me? Or the sex?” I asked.
He lifted his gaze to meet mine. “You.”
I could hear my heart racing. “Me?”
His gaze flickered away from mine, and his grip tightened on my thigh. “I mean…” he cleared his throat, “Your…I mean…”
“The sex?” I asked.
He instantly nodded, “Yes.”
I nodded back, “Okay… I'm ready.”
He grabbed his dick and slowly slid it into me. “Let me know when it hurts.”
“When?”
“Yes, I'm not going easy this time; it will hurt, but if you want me to stop, please let me know.”
He pressed his hands on either side of the bed and began to move inside me.
I clenched my teeth. “God…..ugh…,” I whimpered. He meant it when he said he was going hard.
I bit my lower lip, and my fingers dug into his back as the feeling, “Fuck Alex…..” I moaned and instantly pressed my lips together.
“No…don't do that… I want to hear you moan; I like it,” he begged.
“Oh….. I…oh…fuck…” the sound drew from my mouth, and my fingers scratched his back even more.
“Fuck Ezera,” he groaned in my ear.
It was the first time I heard him moan; he always tried to hide it with heavy breathing.
His face twisted with pleasure and his teeth pressed together, “Arh…fuck, you feel good…fuck…fuck…” he moaned as he moved faster into me.
My fingers dug into his hair, and my lips parted as I reached climax.
“Four,” he counted.
His gaze scanned mine before he spoke, “You can't take any more, can you?”
I shook my head. “I'm sorry.”
“Why?” He pressed his lips against mine and inhaled sharply. “Today was great.”
He pulled away from me and grabbed the towel he had tossed off, wrapping it around his waist. He walked to the door and turned to face me. “What do you want? Tea? A glass of wine?”
I smiled, and immediately the smile faded; I was falling for this man.
I quickly sat up on the bed and grabbed my coat. “No need for that; we are done. I should go.”
I wrapped the coat around myself and immediately headed to the door.
“Are you leaving?” he rasped.
“Yes, we are done, aren’t we?”
He gently slipped his hand into mine, and he parted his lips to say something and instantly stopped. “Yes, of course.”
He turned around and walked deeper into the room; my lips parted as I saw the marks my finger had caused on his back. “Does that hurt?”
He turned to face me. “What?”
“The marks on your back”
“No…it doesn't; I actually kind of like it.”
I slowly nodded, and as I turned to leave, his voice halted me. “Wait.”
He walked to me and cupped both sides of my face in his hand and immediately kissed me. “Goodbye, Ezera.”
I pulled away from him and walked out of the place; minutes later, I had arrived home.
Two of Damien's soldiers stood in front of the house; as I drew closer, they ran to me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, “Is there trouble?”
One of them nodded. “The boss has to return to America in the morning and wants you to come with him.”
“He's in trouble with the FBI;
apparently someone sent them evidence that he committed the murder.”
“What? How?!”
“We watched the CCTV footage and saw one of Alexander's men sneaking out.”
My breath hitched. “Alexander?”