97. Love Under The Stars

97. Love Under The Stars
Alina's Pov 

Without breaking the kiss and having his hand wrapped around me, he effortlessly walked to the other side of the decoration and it was only then I noticed a beautiful pastel tent decorated with fairy lights waiting for us. “What are you—” my words were silenced as his lips captured mine in a fervent kiss.

The world around us disappeared. His hands slid up my sides, pulling me closer as I deepened the kiss, our tongues tangling in a dance of raw need. My soft lips yielded to his, and I clutched his shoulders, pulling him even closer. The intensity of the moment consumed us, our breaths mingling, my gasps fueling his desire.

He cupped my  face with one hand, his thumb brushing against my cheek as I tilted my head, exploring his mouth with a hunger I couldn’t contain. My  fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently. Every touch, every caress was electric, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing second.

I could feel my heart pounding against his chest, matching the frantic rhythm of his own. His other hand roamed my back, tracing the curve of my spine, eliciting a soft moan from my  lips.

Our kiss was a tempest of passion, an unspoken promise of the depths of our connection. I poured every ounce of my longing, my need, into that kiss. When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathless and trembling, his eyes were glazed with desire, his lips swollen and red from our kiss. It was only then I noticed that we were now standing in the tent. How did he get us here without me even realizing it? 

I rested my forehead against his, our breaths mingling as we tried to steady ourselves. “You drive me crazy, Angel,” he whispered, his voice laced with desire. Her eyes met mine, a mixture of surprise and longing reflected in their depths.
In that moment, I knew there was no going back. 

His hand continued its exploration, fingers gently teasing the edge of my lace panties. As he placed me on the soft mattress that was laid in the tent. My breath hitched, my body arching into his as I pressed closer. I couldn't resist any longer. Slowly, he slid his fingers beneath the delicate fabric, feeling my warmth and wetness. He kissed me again and I deepened our kiss, he swallowed my moans and began to explore my most intimate place.

My hands roamed his back, nails grazing his skin as my hips moved instinctively against hiz touch. He slipped one finger inside me, feeling me tighten around him, my response immediate and intense. My moans grew louder, and he added another finger, moving them in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had me trembling beneath him. 

He broke our kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, leaving a path of heated kisses. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as I gasped for breath. "Theodore!" I whispered.

"Shh, Angel," he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with desire. "I've got you."

He kissed my way down my body, his fingers never ceasing their rhythm. When he reached the hem of my dress, he paused, looking up at me for permission. I nodded, my eyes dark with need, and he slowly lifted the dress over her head, revealing me. I wasn't wearing a bra under the dress. 

With a growl of need, he lowered himself between my legs, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh before his mouth found my heat. My cry of pleasure was like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a fire within me. He licked and sucked, his fingers still working inside me, until I was writhing beneath him, my moans growing louder and more desperate.

When he felt me nearing the edge, he pulled back, earning a whimper of protest from me. He quickly shed hus clothes, his eyes never leaving mine as I positioned himself over me. I reached for him, my hands guiding him to my entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered, both of us gasping at the sensation.

We moved together, our bodies finding a rhythm as old as time. Each thrust brought us closer, the intensity building between us until it was almost unbearable. He kissed me deeply, pouring all his passion into that kiss as it drove us both toward the edge.

"Alina," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "I can't hold back much longer."

"Don't," I whispered, her voice a breathless plea. "Please, Theodore, don't."

With a final, powerful thrust, we both went over the edge, our cries of pleasure mingling in the air as we found our release together. He held me tightly, feeling me shudder beneath him as waves of pleasure washed over us.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, our bodies still entwined, our breaths mingling as we came down from the heights of our passion. He gently pulled out of me, rolling to the side and pulling me into his arms. I nestled against him, my head resting on his chest, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"You're mine, Alina," he whispered, his voice filled with a possessive tenderness. "And I'm yours."

As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together. I didn’t know making love under the stars could be so exhilarating. I knew that this decision I took would change my life forever. It would either make or break me. But I was ready to take a step forward with him. I knew he had changed. I knew if I put in some effort, we could make this work. For my baby’s sake. He deserved the best. He deserved both his father and mother in his life. And I wasn't going to take it away from him. But I was prepared, just in case Theodore did anything to hurt us again, I will not stay back this time from castrating him. That was for sure.