Page 59 of Collide (The Rhapsody of Heartbeats #1)

He groans into the kiss, deepening it, his hands gripping my hips as he pulls me onto his lap. I can feel him, hard and ready beneath me, and instead of hesitating, instead of thinking, I rock against him, savoring the low curse that rumbles from his throat.

“Elena,” he breathes against my lips. His hands slide beneath my sweater, fingertips skimming up my spine.

I shiver, not from the cold, but from him. From the way he’s looking at me like I’m something he’s been starving for.

“Alex, I want it…I want you,” I whisper, my voice steady, certain.

His grip tightens, his forehead dropping to mine. “If we start, I won’t be able to stop.”

My heart pounds.

“Don’t stop.”

That’s all it takes.

The next moment, he’s lifting me, laying me down onto the fur rug before the fire. The world narrows to the heat of his mouth tracing down my neck, the slow drag of his lips over my collarbone, the way his fingers tremble as he pushes the sweater up over my head.

And then there’s nothing between us but firelight and the sound of our breath.

He pauses for a moment, hovering above me, his stormy eyes searching mine, asking me one last silent question.

I answer him with a kiss, with the way I arch into him, pulling him closer, pressing my body fully to his.

The fire crackles beside us, its golden glow dancing across Alex’s bare skin, highlighting the tension in his muscles, the way his body moves with controlled, deliberate intention.

He hovers over me, his breath warm against my lips, his hands bracketing either side of my head as he watches me—like he’s waiting for me to stop him.

I don’t.

Instead, I reach for him, my fingers sliding over the sharp cut of his jaw, down the ridges of his torso, reveling in the way he shudders beneath my touch. His body is a masterpiece—strong, sculpted, and undeniably his, the embodiment of the thrill and danger that drew me to him in the first place.

He exhales sharply when I drag my nails lightly down his abdomen, and in one swift movement, his mouth crashes into mine, and I meet him head-on—lips parting, teeth grazing, breath mixing hot between us.

My fingers curl into his hair, dragging him closer, like I can’t get enough.

I kiss him harder, deeper, tilting my head.

Every inch of restraint slips through my grip.

His hands roam my body like he’s memorizing me, learning every curve, every dip, every soft gasp that escapes my lips. His mouth follows, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, across my shoulder, down, down—until he reaches the swell of my breasts.

His fingers work the clasp of my bra, and when the lace slips away, the way he looks at me makes heat pool deep in my core.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, voice rough and adoring.

“Alex.” His name escapes my lips, a breathy plea.

His lips brush the base of my neck. “So innocent…so perfect.” His tone drops—dark, heady, almost possessive.

His mouth trails lower, his tongue flicking over my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth enough to make me whimper. My back arches, pressing into him, needing more, and he gives it, moving to my other breast, teasing, taking his time.

He nuzzles himself between them, his hot breath kissing and lapping up my skin.

“Touched only by me …” he murmurs, dragging his mouth down my stomach.

“Fuck, you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.

” His breath is hot against my skin. “I think about it all the time—sliding inside you for the first time…stretching you open, so slow you cry for more. Teaching you how to take me. How to pleasure me .” He kisses the inside of my thigh, eyes locked on mine.

“No one else gets this. No one else gets you . I’m going to mark you so deep, you’ll never forget who you fucking belong to. ”

I’m a mess of moans and shallow gasps, and he’s barely even touched me. His words wreck me. I fist my fingers in his hair, yanking him up, kissing him harder this time.

“ More ,” I pant.

He chuckles against my mouth. “Patience, Elena.”

But patience is gone. Burnt out of me. I’ve waited long enough.

I shove at the waistband of his sweats, desperate to feel more. He’s already hard—thick and straining beneath the fabric. He groans, low and guttural, helping me push them down.

He springs free, heavy and flushed, and I freeze, swallowing hard. The sight of him sends a jolt straight through me, making my thighs clench. All I can think about is how he’ll feel stretching me open. How full I’ll be. How I’ll never come back from it.

My hesitation must show, because Alex lifts my chin, brushing his lips over mine.

“I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs.

His hands glide down my body, slipping beneath the thin fabric of my panties, and the moment his fingers brush against me, I gasp.

“You’re so wet,” he groans, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “Is this all for me?”

I can’t answer. I can barely think as he circles my clit, teasing, applying enough pressure to make my hips jerk against his hand. He watches me, his eyes dark and hooded, studying every reaction, every breathy moan that spills from my lips as he strokes me, slow at first, then faster.

And then he slides a finger inside me. Then another.

I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He adds another, curling them just right, his thumb pressing tight, perfect circles against me, and I swear I start unraveling right then and there.

He rocks his hand back and forth in a steady rhythm, curling, stretching, in and out, then curling again.

Heat rises, deep within me, a current of electricity dancing across my skin.

“Come for me, Darling, give it to me,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear.

And I do.

I feel the wetness dripping from my pussy.

Ecstasy rushes through me as my body trembles, rideing out each wave, my thighs clenching around his wrist. He groans, kissing me through it, consuming my gasps like he wants to keep them.

I’m still shuddering when he pulls back slightly, stripping away the last scrap of clothing between us. He kneels between my legs, stroking himself as he watches me, his expression pure hunger.

“Are you sure?” His voice is hoarse, edged with restraint.

I nod, but that’s not enough for him. He leans down, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Say it.”

“I want you,” I whisper, my fingers tracing down his spine, over the taut muscles of his back. “Take me, claim me, fuck me.”

His control snaps.

He lines himself up, tapping my clit twice, and I gasp as it tingles, sensitive post orgasm. Then he slides lower, his tip pressing against my entrance as he waits, giving me a moment, letting me feel the weight of him, the delicious stretch as he pushes inside. Slowly .

A sharp hiss escapes me, and my body tenses. He’s big, and even though he’s taken his time, there’s still a slight sting as he fills me, inch by inch.

A mixture of pleasure and pain courses through me.

In that moment, I realize: I like it .

“Relax,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along my jaw, my neck, my shoulder. “Breathe.”

I exhale shakily, and as I do, my body adjusts, the ache giving way to something deeper, something that has me wanting more.

Desire.

When I finally look up at him, his jaw is clenched so hard it looks painful. “You’re so tight,” he groans.

Then he moves.

He starts slow, rolling his hips, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, filling me completely. The stretch, the friction, the way he rubs against every single nerve ending inside me—it’s overwhelming, breathtaking.

His mouth and hands grasp and ravage my breasts, his tongue artfully teasing and pulling my nipples.

“You have perfect tits,” he growls, his breath against my chest, emboldening me.

I lift my legs higher, wrapping them around his waist, drawing him deeper. A broken moan rips from his throat, his grip tightening on my hips as he thrusts harder, faster, his control slipping.

“Alex,” I gasp, nails raking down his back.

He groans deeply, his forehead pressing against mine. “I love the way my name sounds on your lips,” he pants, his rhythm relentless as he drives into me over and over.

“Alex… Al…ex…Alexander,” I cry out.

His cock throbs inside me. “Elena, you’re my undoing,” he groans, pushing into me again and again.

It’s too much. It’s not enough. I need more .

I shift beneath him, raising my hips to meet him.

He stills. “Oh, Darling, you want to drive?” he coos wickedly.

I bite my lip, unsure, then in one swift move, he flips us, pulling me on top.

I gasp as I find myself straddling him, my hands braced against his torso, his shaft disappearing inside of me, and I feel myself stretch around him.

“Ride me.” His eyes are dark and hooded as he takes in the sight of me.

His hands grip my thighs, guiding me at first, but I take control, rocking my hips, finding a rhythm that makes stars explode behind my eyes.

It feels different this way, deeper and fuller.

I watch as his cock disappears inside me as I move up and down, taking the entire length of him.

My head falls back as I lose myself to the feeling.

“That’s it, Darling, use me.” His eyes are ablaze as he watches me grinding against him. His other hand snakes between us as he rubs my clit, my slickness coating the both of us.

“You’re so deep, Alex, you feel so good” I moan, my greedy little pussy taking every inch of him. Was this what I was missing out on all this time? Breathy grunts escape my lips as his hips thrust to meet mine.

He leans up, taking my breast into his mouth while I ride him. His hand grasps the nape of my neck, the other rubbing my most sensitive spot.

He lets me take him.

Use him. For my pleasure.

Losing myself completely.