Chapter 60: Want You

The kiss was nothing like Damien’s rough, possessive demands; it was soft, hesitant, and profoundly passionate, carrying a weight of sincerity that left Sofia breathless. As Alexander’s hand moved to the small of her voluptuous waist, pulling her soft, curvy frame flush against the hard planes of his body, Sofia felt a spark of something she thought had died years ago—her own primal desire. She kissed him back with a sudden, desperate hunger, her fingers clutching the expensive fabric of his suit jacket as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded. She let out a small, broken moan against his lips, a sound of pure surrender as she finally felt truly cherished for the first time in her life.

​The kiss deepened, fueled by a reckless defiance Sofia didn’t know she possessed. She knew she would be in big trouble; she knew Damien’s wolf was sensitive enough to smell Alexander’s scent on her skin from a mile away. He would know another man had touched her, but in this moment, she didn’t care. She was tired of being afraid.

​​She kissed him harder, her tongue dancing with his in a bold invitation as she pulled him closer, wanting to vanish into him. Alexander let out a low, guttural, “Fuck”—the raw sound of a man who had reached his absolute limit of self-control. He broke the kiss only to gather her into his powerful arms, lifting her with a staggering ease that felt protective rather than possessive. He carried her the short distance to the bed and laid her down with painstaking care upon the cool silk sheets, his eyes never leaving hers.

​His eyes burned with a mixture of worship and hunger as he looked down at her. He didn’t rush. He slowly lifted the hem of her midnight-blue gown, his hands trailing up her full, silky thighs.

​”Sofia,” he rasped, his voice trembling with the force of his restraint. “I want you to feel how much I desire you, how much I’ve craved this since the moment we met. Can I? I won’t go all the way—I won’t fuck you, not while you’re still legally tied to that man—but I want to pleasure you until you forget his name. I want you to remember what it feels like to be adored by an Alpha who actually deserves you.”

​”Yes,” she breathed, her heart hammering against her chest. “Please, Alexander.”

​He gently pulled down her panties, his gaze lingering on her soft, rounded stomach and the voluptuous curve of her hips. He didn’t look at her with judgment; he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. Alexander settled between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips to anchor her. He didn’t rush; he started with agonizingly slow, warm breaths against her inner thighs that made her skin prickle.

​”You are so perfect, Sofia,” he whispered against her skin.

​He pressed his face into the soft heat of her, inhaling her scent deeply before his tongue made its first sweeping stroke across her pussy. Sofia’s back arched off the silk sheets, her fingers tangling desperately in his hair. He was meticulous, starting at the base and working his way up to her swollen clit with broad, wet laps that made her vision swim.

​As he tasted her, Alexander slid two long fingers deep inside her. Sofia let out a choked sob of pleasure; she was already so slick, her body welcoming the intrusion with a rhythmic pulse. He began to move his fingers in a slow, “come-hither” motion, stretching her soft, tight walls while his thumb circled the peak of her pleasure with relentless precision.

​He began to suckle her clit then—a firm, steady pressure that sent electric shocks straight to her core. Sofia was thrashing now, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. The contrast between his rough hands on her thighs and the velvet softness of his tongue was driving her to the edge of madness.

​”Alexander… please…” she whimpered, her head tossing from side to side.

​”I have you, Sofia,” he murmured, his voice muffled by her heat.

​He picked up the pace, his fingers driving deeper, mimicking the thrusts she craved, while his mouth became more urgent. He was drinking her in, his tongue flickering against her pussy with a speed that made her entire lower body go numb with pleasure. She felt the build-up—a mounting tension that started in her toes and coiled tightly in her gut.

​While his mouth stayed buried between her thighs, he kept his fingers buried deep inside her, moving them at a relentless pace. He could feel her soft, tight walls squeezing him, pulsing with every ragged breath she took.

​Driven by a raw need to claim every inch of her, Alexander shifted his body upward without withdrawing his hand. He kept his fingers inside her, thrusting with a steady, rhythmic motion that made Sofia cry out, her body bucking against the mattress.

​He reached for the modest neckline of her midnight-blue gown, his large hand trembling as he pulled the fabric down, exposing her heavy, aching breasts. He didn’t hesitate; he caught one dark, swollen nipple between his lips and began to suckle it deeply.

​The sensation was overwhelming—the sharp pull of his mouth on her breast combined with the deep, wet sliding of his fingers inside her pussy. Sofia’s fingers dug into the silk sheets, her head lolling back as she lost all sense of time and space.

​”Alexander!” she gasped, her voice breaking.

​”I’ve got you,” he growled against her skin, his suction growing stronger as his fingers picked up speed, hitting her sweet spot over and over again. He wanted her to be so filled with him that she could never forget the feeling.

​Suddenly outside, the door handle rattled violently. The wood groaned under the pressure of Damien’s shoulder.

​”OPEN THIS DOOR, ALEXANDER, OR I WILL TEAR IT OFF THE HINGES!” Damien screamed in rage.

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