Forever Together

~11~

Primarosa Dozorov's P.O.V

"God, I love you so much."

Those words came out of Alek's mouth and made me freeze in my place.

It felt like all the pain, agony and anxiety had dissipated almost like thin air, instead. I felt flustered, unsettled and exposed.

"God! Alek!" I burst out into a heap of panic, leaping forward and slamming his head into my chest. He abruptly adjusted and looked back at me. "Rosa, are you okay?!" He immediately asks and his hands goes to cup my face in worry.

"God! Oh, God!" I keep freaking out and grab a fistful of my hair. "Shit. This is so much harder than I thought it would be." I confess and let go of my hair to face him.

"Fuck!" I cuss out, and my eyes widen at Alek. His expression is one of distress. "The fuck, Rosa?!" He suddenly asks, aloud and cups my face with both hands.

"I love you too!" I almost yell at him angrily. He looks taken aback and I realize what I said.

"N-no!" I shout out and his expression dims. "Shit! I don't know! I-I feel something!, but I am not sure I would call it love!" I explain, alarmed.

He suddenly starts laughing and that prompts me to stare at him wide eyed.

"Shit." He breathes out after he is done. "Indeed. Shit." I respond and he looks at me with a wide grin.

"Take your time, Love. For real. Take all the time you need to figure out how you feel." He says with a sigh and smiles.

My eyes involuntarily travel down his chiseled abs, distinct V-line and towards his...

Dick.

"Fucking shit." I find myself whispering under my breath. One dry chuckle makes me look up into Alek's now dark eyes. He looks at me with lust in his eyes and I find myself pinned down, my wrist fixed in place beside my head, with his hand.

He uses his other arm to lift himself up above me and I hear his now ragged breath.

He lowers down and starts gently kissing and sucking on the skin of my neck. Slowly he starts moving down until he reaches just above my chest, stopped by my night dress.

He lifts himself up and let's go of my wrist. I wince in pain once I move it. He uses both hands and lifts my dress up till it reaches my stomach. He pauses for a moment that is enough to make me feel self-conscious.

I see a wide grin plaster across his face as he lifts the night dress, and in one fluid motion he makes it fly off my head and to the edge of the bed.

"I wanna worship every inch of you." He says, his voice hoarse with need as he lowers again and starts kissing my collarbone.

"May I go further down?" He asks permission and I place my hand on my mouth, ready to stiffle any inappropriate sounds that may come out of my mouth. He slowly goes down and leaves me awaiting his every move.

Honestly, his pace was too slow. He was leaving me to die of anticipation and fear.

"F-faster, A-Alek." I stutter against my wishes and he comes to a halt. I feel him grin against the skin of my chest.