Chapter 54 THE UNDRESSING & LOVE SCENE

Chapter 54 THE UNDRESSING & LOVE SCENE
Alexander’s POV

She clings to me like she’s drowning and maybe she is.

Maybe I’m the only thing keeping her from slipping under.

Her breath is ragged, lips brushing against my neck, warm and trembling. She’s shaking in my arms, but not from fear.

No.

It’s the anticipation. The hunger. The need.

"Shh," I murmur against her temple, my palm stroking slow down her spine. "I got you, Baby Girl. I fucking got you."

She lifts her head, eyes wild and glassy, lips parted in that way that always undoes me—like she’s about to beg, but doesn’t know how yet.

"I want you," she breathes.

I shake my head, voice a low growl.

"No, sweetheart. You have me."

Her breath catches. Her pupils dilate.

I grip the backs of her thighs and lift her without effort—her legs wrap around my waist like she was born to be there. Her lips find the underside of my jaw, wet and desperate, and fuck, I’m already throbbing.

I carry her to the bed and lay her down like she’s something sacred. Like she’s mine to ruin. Mine to protect.

Because she is.

And I’m going to worship her with my fucking mouth until she forgets the world exists.

She watches me as I rise to my knees between her legs, her body half-swallowed in my oversized shirt. That fabric drowns her, drowns everything but those wide eyes and parted lips and the curve of her bare thigh peeking out.

"Take it off," I command gently.

She lifts her arms, and I peel the shirt off her like unwrapping sin.

And fuck me…

She’s naked underneath. No bra. No panties.

Just pure, bare Ivy laid out for me.

I still every damn muscle. My throat tightens.

"You trying to fucking kill me?" I rasp.

She bites her lip, coy. "Maybe I like watching you unravel."

I growl low, dragging my gaze over every inch of her. Scars and all. Curves and all. The little dip at her waist. The stretch of her thighs. The flush in her cheeks.

I run my hands over her slowly, deliberately, like I’m memorizing a masterpiece.

"You know what happens when you tease me, Baby Girl."

She smirks. “You lose control.”

"You like when I lose control?"

Her legs fall open just enough to show me how ready she is.

"Love it," she whispers.

That’s it.

I settle between her legs and kiss the inside of her thigh, letting my stubble scrape gently against her skin. She gasps, back arching off the bed.

"You smell like fucking heaven," I groan, inhaling the slick, needy scent of her. "Sweet and dirty and all mine."

She’s dripping already. So wet it glistens.

I lick a slow, filthy stripe from her entrance to her clit and Jesus, she damn near cries.

Her fingers twist in my hair.

“Alex—”

"Shhh," I murmur against her pussy. "Don’t rush me, Baby Girl. I’m going to taste every second of this."

And I do.

I eat her like a man fucking starved, my tongue circling her clit, then flicking fast and relentless until she’s bucking against my face. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she falls apart.

"Fuck, Alexander!" she sobs, thighs clamping around my head.

I moan into her, licking her through the quake of her orgasm, refusing to let up until her entire body’s shaking. I drag her through it, savage and slow, licking and sucking like I own her.

Because I do. "One more," I growl, tongue flicking harder now, fingers stroking deeper.

She cries out again, breathless. "I can’t—"

"You can. You will."

And fuck if she doesn’t. She shatters a second time, clenching around my fingers, body writhing under me, moaning my name like a fucking prayer.

I crawl up her body, mouth wet with her taste, and kiss her—deep and dirty so she tastes herself on my tongue.

"That’s what you do to me," I growl against her lips.

She’s dazed, wild-eyed, drunk on pleasure. “You make me feel insane.”

"Good." I nudge my cock against her slick entrance, not pushing in yet, just teasing. "You make me fucking feral."

I grip her chin, make her look at me.

"This isn’t just fucking, Ivy. This is me staking my goddamn claim. You understand?"

She nods, biting her bottom lip. “Then claim me.”

And I do.

I push into her slow and hard, filling her inch by inch until I’m buried to the hilt.

We both moan loud, guttural, broken.

"Goddamn," I grit out. "You feel like fucking sin sent to me."

She clings to me, nails in my back, head thrown back.

"Move," she gasps. “Please, Alex, fuck me.”

I pull back just to slam into her again, deep and perfect, the kind of thrust that steals breath. I set a rhythm—slow, rough, possessive. Like she’s mine. Like I’m punishing her for every second she wasn’t under me.

"Who's pussy is this?" I growl, kissing the column of her throat.

"Yours," she moans. “All yours.”

"Damn fucking right it is."

I keep going—deep, relentless. Her legs wrap tighter around me. Her walls clench every time I hit that spot inside her. Our sweat mixes. Our breath tangles. Our moans are like thunder in the room.

I reach between us, rub her clit, feel her body tense again.

“You gonna come again for me?” I whisper dark against her ear. “You gonna let me ruin you?”

"Yes—fuck, yes—Alex—"

She comes again, screaming, shaking beneath me. Her nails rake down my back and it shoves me over the fucking edge. I groan loud as I spill into her, grinding deep through it, my name falling from her lips like a chant.

And still, I don’t stop.

I slow down, roll my hips into her. Kissing her through the aftershocks. Whispering filth and praise.

"You’re so fucking perfect," I murmur. "So tight. So wet. So mine."

She clings to me, trembling. Her lips press to my throat, soft and reverent.

And in that moment… there’s nothing else.

Just us. Our mess. Our madness. Our love.

To Be Continued...