Page 94 of Rival Hearts

I moaned loudly and moved faster. Alex’s free hand grabbed my hip, guiding my movement, while his other worked my clit, circling, flicking, pressing. The pleasure built in me again, and I cried out. I crept closer and closer to the edge of another orgasm, Alex working magic with his cock and his hands, balancing me on his lap and leading me toward complete sexual bliss.

His hand slid to the small of my back, and he pulled me against him. His face was buried against my neck, his body flush against mine, and we moved together.

Alex grunted as he fucked me harder, and my nails dug into his back.

The orgasm slammed into me, and I cried out his name, my body shaking.

He groaned when my body tightened around him and continued pumping into me.

When my orgasm faded, I breathed hard, collapsing against his chest.

Alex wrapped his arms around me and stood. He held me with ease, his cock slipping out of me, and he carried me to the bedroom with my legs wrapped around his waist. He dropped me on the mattress and got on it with me, plunging his cock into me again. He kissed me, his face close to mine, and the scent ofour sex filled the room. He bucked his hips, fucking me hard, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Alex was an animal, pounding into me, his jaw tight and his face riddled with concentration. He held me close, and my arms were around his neck, my legs wrapped around his hips.

“You’re mine,” he growled in a deep, low voice and thrust his hips forward. I gripped him, and the next orgasm crashed into me, overwhelming and unexpected.

Alex slowed his rhythm, and his hand cupped the back of my head. He pressed his forehead against mine, and his blue eyes were open and searching, looking into mine.

I ran my hands through his thick black hair. He looked so raw and so vulnerable.

Slowly, he stroked in and out of me, his eyes locked on mine, and the atmosphere in the room changed from the frantic lust of a moment ago to a sensual connection. He cupped my cheek, ran his fingers through my hair, planted kisses on my face while he worshipped my body.

I let go, drowning in the affection that poured out of him. I’d never felt like this about anyone. Alex wasn’t like the guys I’d known in my life. He was hard as nails on the outside, but he was a pure heart.

He rolled over so that he lay on the bed, and I clambered onto him. I kissed him and rocked my hips, his cock still buried deep inside me.

“Charlotte,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and strained.

“Hmm,” I hummed.

He groaned, his face tight and his jaw clenched. “What are you doing to me?”

I smiled and kissed him again, running my hands over his muscled shoulders, my fingers gliding over the ink that stretched across his skin. I was so overwhelmed by him. His strong, powerful presence. His chiseled, handsome features.

He sat up and kissed me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against him. His chest was against my breasts, and he ran his hands over my back.

“Why is it so easy to be with you?” he asked.

I didn’t know how to answer him, but it wasn’t necessary. He kissed me, and I rocked my hips faster and faster. Alex groaned as I rode him, and he gripped my hips. He pulled me forward, pushing me back, letting me take him deeper and deeper so that all that existed was me and him in this bubble where reality fell away.

Alex pulled away and kissed me hard, his teeth scraping over my lips.

“Charlotte,” he gasped, and his hands moved to my face, cupping my cheeks, pulling me close, our foreheads pressed together. “God, Charlotte,” he groaned, and his whole body tensed.

He came hard and fast, his cock twitching inside me. I held onto him as he found his release, riding out the wave of pure pleasure with him. It rolled through his body, his muscles tightening beneath me.

Finally, his breathing slowed, and his body relaxed, and he lay gasping on the bed.

His cock slipped out of me, but I didn’t get off him. I lay on top of him, our bodies melded together, so close that I didn’t know where I ended and Alex began.

26

ALEX

When I was with Charlotte, every fiber of my being relaxed. I was always so uptight, so strained, so worried about what the next step should be, what the last step would cause. With her, all that fell away, and for ages I’d always felt like I’d been drowning, only now finally able to break the surface and breathe.

We lay on her bed, naked.