Chapter 232
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Chapter 232
Sarah’s POV
His eyes darkened at my words, a primal hunger crossing his face.
“Take them off,” he growled, voice husky and commanding.
I reached for his belt, my fingers trembling with anticipation. This time, he let me unbuckle it, the metallic clink echoing in the hotel room as I pulled the leather strap free.
Alexander’s eyes never left mine as he stepped back just enough to shed the rest of his clothing.
My breath caught at the sight of him–all hard muscle and raw power, his arousal was impressively endowed, thick and heavy between his legs.
“You’re staring,” he said, his voice rough with need.
“Can you blame me?” I replied, suddenly feeling shy despite my nakedness.
He moved over me again, his weight pressing me into the mattress. The first touch of his bare skin against mine sent electricity racing through my veins.
“Last chance to back out,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist in answer, feeling the hard length of him pressing against my entrance. “I don’t want you to stop.”
His eyes flashed with something primal as he reached between us, positioning himself. “Mine,” he growled, pushing inside me with one powerful thrust.
I gasped at the delicious stretch, my body struggling to accommodate his size after so long. “Oh god,” I breathed, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“So fucking tight,” Alexander groaned, holding still to let me adjust. “You feel perfect around me, Sarah.”
He began to move, each stroke deliberate and deep, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I clung to him, my hips rising to meet his thrusts.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice strained with restraint. “Take what you need from me.”
I looked up into his face–his beautiful, dangerous face–and felt something crack open inside me. This wasn’t just sex; it was surrender.
“Harder,” I demanded, surprising myself with my boldness.
A wicked smile curved his lips. “As you wish.”
He gripped my thighs, pushing them wider apart as he drove into me with renewed force. The new angle had him hitting a spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Alexander!” I cried out, my back arching off the bed.
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“Say it again,” he commanded, his rhythm never faltering. “Say my fucking name.”
“Alexander,” I gasped as he slammed into me. “Alexander, please-”
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“Please what?” He slowed his pace torturously, circling his hips in a way that had me whimpering. “Tell me what you want, Sarah.”
“Make me come,” I begged, beyond shame now. “Please, I need-”
“I know exactly what you need,” he growled, reaching between us to rub my clit with his thumb. “And I’m going to give it to you.”
The dual sensation of his cock stretching me full and his fingers working my sensitive bundle of nerves was overwhelming. I felt myself climbing higher, faster than I’d ever experienced before.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained as he watched my face contort with pleasure. “Let go for me, baby.
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“I can’t “I gasped, teetering on the edge.
“You can,” he insisted, pressing down harder on my clit. “And you will.”
His next thrust sent me hurtling over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me with such intensity that I screamed his name.
My inner walls clenched around him rhythmically, drawing a guttural groan from his throat.
“Fuck, Sarah,” he snarled, his pace becoming erratic as he chased his own release. “You’re squeezing me so tight–I can’t-”
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, his body tensing as he came with a roar. I felt the hot pulse of him, filling me completely.
For several long moments, we stayed locked together, our breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat. Alexander’s forehead rested against mine, his eyes closed as if in prayer or pain.
When he finally looked at me, there was something unguarded in his gaze that made my heart skip. “You ruined me,” he said quietly. “You know that, right?”
Before I could respond, he kissed me again–softer this time, almost tender. I melted into it, my hands threading through his hair.
He rolled to his side, taking me with him, our bodies still joined. His fingers traced idle patterns on my back as we caught our breath.
“Was that…” he started, then paused, an uncharacteristic uncertainty in his voice. “Was it good for you?”
I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped me. “Are you really asking me that? After I practically screamed the hotel down?”
A satisfied smirk replaced his concern. “Just checking.”
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“It was…” I searched for words that wouldn’t sound trite. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
His eyes darkened again, possessive and pleased. “Good.”
He shifted slightly, finally slipping out of me, and I couldn’t suppress a small whimper at the loss of connection.
“Shh,” he soothed, pulling me closer against his chest. “We’re not done yet. Just giving you a moment to recover.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Confident, aren’t you?”
“With good reason.” His hand slid down to cup my ass, squeezing appreciatively. “Round two will be even better.
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“I’m not sure I’ll survive round two,” I admitted, even as my body hummed with renewed interest.
Alexander’s laugh was dark and promising. “Oh, you will. I’m not nearly finished with you yet, Sarah.”
His mouth found mine again, and I knew with absolute certainty that I was completely, utterly doomed.
He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, breath ragged, voice low and rough.
“Come on,” he murmured, “let’s get cleaned up.”
Before I could respond, he scooped me into his arms with ease, carrying me toward the bathroom as if I weighed nothing.
My pulse roared in my ears, anticipation spiraling as the door swung open and warm light spilled over us.
He set me down gently, reaching for the shower controls. Water began to stream from the showerhead–a soft, steady rhythm.
Then it hit me.
The wound.
My eyes snapped to his shoulder, to the bandages I’d nearly forgotten in the haze of everything that had just happened.
“Wait!” I blurted, reaching out instinctively. “Your stitches–you’re not supposed to get them wet.”
