Page 157 of Ruthless Chaos

I need release.

I move my hand towards my core. Maybe I can relieve the pressure myself.

But Alexander catches my wrist.

“No,” he breathes. “Open your eyes.”

I don’t listen. In fact, I squeeze my eyes even tighter.

“Do you want to come?” he asks me. I nod my head weakly. “Then you’ll open your eyes and look at me.” The finality in his voice sounds like a threat as much as a promise.

I do as he says. He’s above me now, holding himself up by the elbows.

“Keep looking at me,” he commands, adjusting himself until I feel his length pressing against my entrance. “I want to see you, sweetheart. All of you.”

I’ve lost my trepidation to the throes of desire. The size of him seems like a challenge, but there must be a way for it to work. The deep aching need is eating me alive with each passing second, and only Alexander can help me get rid of it.

“It will hurt at first,” he says, stroking the side of my face. “I’ll go slowly.”

He holds my gaze for a second longer than I think he needs to. There’s this look in his eye, a hunger, but like he’s worried too. How many times has he been in this situation before? It’s obviously my first time, but I know it isn’t his—

“Alize, hey.” His voice snaps me out of my rambling thoughts. “Relax for me. Take a deep breath. Everything is going to be ok. I promise.”

I nod slowly, swallowing the lump in my throat.

Alexander grips the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to his. At first, I think he is going to kiss me, but he doesn’t. We’re just locked in a smoldering stare-off that’s sending a chill down my spine and turning the fire in my belly into a white-hot inferno.

He holds my gaze even as he pushes into me.

He starts with a slow thrust. The moment he enters me, I gasp from the pressure—it’s different to what I expected. There’s burning and tingling, and I feel myself stretching to make room for him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

He fills me slowly. The pain grows, but he’s staring at me, and I don’t want him to stop. His attention mixed with the searing heat makes it even more arousing—this pain is his, ours,mine. He meets resistance, then a sharp stinging slices through me so quickly it makes my breath catch.

Fuck, that felt so good.

I wince and whimper. He stops.

“Are you alright?” Alexander asks, his features riddled with concern. He rubs circles into my cheek with his thumb.

The pain has already started to fade. “Yes.” I sink my lips into my teeth. “It hurts a little, like you said. I like it though.”

“Good.” His lips twist into a devilish grin. “That’s just the tip.”

Alexander leans in and gives me another earth-shattering kiss. He kisses me until I’m even hotter with need, until I want everything he has to give me.

When we break apart, he gives me a small smile. “You’re doing so well.”

I nod, clutching on to him tighter.

He starts moving again, still watching my reaction. The pinch of pain starts to feel like I’m being ripped at the seams. There’s just so much of him. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders, running them along the taut muscles. He smirks, a groan slipping past his lips.

“Take it out on me if you want to,” he says. “I like it when you bite back.”

Every time I think I can’t take any more, my body stretches to accommodate him. When he’s filled me completely, I feel too full to move, to think, to breathe. I clench around him, the slick heat surging inside me.

This is amazing.

I grind myself against him, getting a bit of that satisfying friction. It’s intoxicating, rippling all the way to the tip of my toes. There’s sweat on Alexander’s brow, and the vein by his temple stands out so much that I’m certain he’s holding himself back.