Only then did he pull back just enough to speak, his mouth slick and shining with my wetness. “It’s just the tips of my fingers, and already you’re a mess,” he teased.


    My cheeks heated. “You’ve never-I haven’t-”


    He tilted his head, fingers dipping in a little further. “You’re not seriously telling me you’ve never pleasured yourself.”


    “I have,” I admitted, and the heat in my face was on par with the heat between my legs now.” But not in a long time. And it’s… different when it’s not my own hand.”


    The mention of pleasuring myself seemed to ignite something in Alexander. His fingers slipped in further, and I nearly cried out again, gripping the sheets. “Tell me what you like,” he whispered. “In detail.”


    My throat bobbed, but once again, that raw power in his voice was enough to make me obey without him even using his Alpha Voice. Shakily, I replied, “I like it slow, but deep. And a finger on my clit.”


    “Like this?” Alexander ced his thumb right over my clit, pressing into it as if it were a button.


    “Yes. Like that.”


    Slowly, Alexander began working his fingers into me, thumb circling my clit in time with his thrusts. Once again, within moments, I was nearly a wreck.


    Only once I was a quivering mess again did Alexander sit up, gently extracting his fingers from me, and wipe his mouth with the back of my hand.


    “Now we can get even,” he said.


    I reached for the buttons of his shirt, my fingers trembling slightly as I worked them open. When I pushed the fabric off his shoulders, I couldn’t help but stare. Just as I remembered, Alexander was all hard muscle and golden skin. My mouth immediately went dry.


    His mouth found mine again, tasting of me, as his hands worked at his belt. A few momentster, trousers and underwear tossed aside, he was fully exposed to me.


    All of him.


    Every fucking inch.


    I nearly cried out just at the sight of that impressive member standing at attention between my thighs, and the soft whimper that did escape only made it twitch invitingly. Holding my gaze, he spat onto his palm and rubbed it along his length, then positioned himself at my


    entrance.


    For a moment, the tip of his cock lingered at the pex of my thighs, so close I could feel the heat radiating from it. He lowered himself onto Is forearms so he was caging me against the


    mattress.


    “You look frightened,” he noted.


    My throat bobbed. “I’ve never been with anyone And you’re…rge.”


    Alexander’s eyes flickered with amusement, but there was a tenderness there too that soothed me. “I’ll be gentle,” he murmured, brushing a stand of hair out of my eyes. “Let me know if you need to stop.”


    I nodded, and he gently began to push at my entrance. When the head of his cock pushed inside, there was a moment of sharp difort that made me gasp and dig my fingernails into his back, but it faded quickly, reced by a feeling of fullness as the rest of him slipped into me, inch by glorious inch.


    He began to move, slow and careful at first, giving me time to adjust. But soon we found our rhythm, moving together like we’d been made for this. For each other.


    And in a way, we had been.


    My hips began to rock in time with his, seeking our dual pleasure. Soon, my own movements had begun to make Alexander’s voice grow husky and I knew I was doing something right.


    “E… Goddess, E…’


    My name sounded like a prayer on his lips. Like the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.


    When Alexander reached between us to touch me where we were joined, I shatteredpletely. The climax hit me like a bolt of lighting, and I couldn’t help but cry out, the sound echoing through the room. I immediately felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment at how loud I’d been.


    But Alexander’s eyes glowed at the sound, and he cried out with me as his own release imed him. His fangs extended, gleaming in the moonlight, and for a heart-stopping moment I thought he might finally mark me.


    On instinct, I tilted my head to expose my throat to him.


    I wanted him. Wanted this.


    But the sharp and brief pain of his fangs nipping shudders slowed and finally stopped entirely, he of my throat before pulling out of me gently.


    to my neck never came. Instead, as his rushed a soft kiss against the sensitive skin


    I watched through heavy eyelids as he disappeared into the bathroom, my body still humming with the aftershocks of my pleasure. I didn’t have time to feel disappointed before sleep began to take me.


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    By the time he climbed back into bed beside me, I was barely conscious. Thest thing I recalled before I slipped away was his arms pulling me back against him, and his lips once. again brushing the spot where he should have marked me but hadn’t.