MY MOON

CHAPTER 34:ALEX

"Alex!", As Alya's voice pierced through my thoughts, I felt a surge of warmth as she joined me on the couch. She looked stunning in my favourite night suit of hers, the grey lace top and lace shorts accentuating her beauty in a way that always left me breathless.

"Dad and Elizabeth are coming tomorrow," she informed me, her voice carrying a hint of concern, seeking reassurance by cuddling herself into my arms.

"So?" I replied nonchalantly, running my fingers through her hair and playing with it.

"Alex?" Her tone shifted, a subtle warning that I needed to focus on the matter at hand.

"Alya, it's going to be okay," I reassured her, holding her closer, hoping to ease her worries.

"Yeah, you mean pretend there is nothing going on and be nice step niece and step uncle, right?", she said as her voice dropped to a whisper, revealing her inner turmoil.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked softly, concerned for her well-being.

"I wish we didn't had to lie, the strength we get from our bond isn't something to keep hidden" Her response was hesitant, a quiet admission of her discomfort with the situation.

"Even if we aren't related, there's still an age difference," I pointed out, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead, hoping to alleviate her concerns.

"Age wouldn't be a big matter, I guess" she said, Alya wasn't convinced, her voice barely audible as she attempted to justify our relationship. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt knowing that societal norms were casting a shadow over our relationship.

"Eleven years? It matters, Alya," I said, trying to inject some levity into the conversation, though my heart weighed heavy with the truth of my words. "I am too old for you"

"Old, huh?" she echoed, her eyes sparkling with mischief, With a playful smirk, she shifted in my lap, her hands encircling my shoulders as she faced me directly.

"Lets see what this 'I am too old for you' tounge can do" she said as she mimicked my earlier words. Her response caught me off guard.

As she leaned in to kiss me, the intensity between us surged, turning the kiss more passionate. Our lips crashed together, igniting a firestorm of desire that spread through every inch of my body. I wasted no time, trailing kisses down her neck and tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone, eliciting soft moans that always excites me. Her hands tangled in my hair, urging me closer, deeper, as I explored every inch of her skin with fervent desire.

Down, down I went, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake, with each kiss, her body trembled, aching for more of my touch. I glanced up at her, intoxicated by the way her body responded to my every move.

With a swift motion, I caught hold of her top, fingers grazing her bare skin, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through both of us. Pulling her closer, I tugged the top downwards, exposing her upper chest to my hungry gaze. And then, in a moment of reckless abandon, I ripped the top apart, leaving it clinging to her shoulder like a tantalizing tease.

Beneath, she wore a red lace bra, a sight that set my blood on fire. Without hesitation, I delved into a frenzy of kisses and licks, tracing every curve and contour of every inch of her exposed skin indulging in madness. Her soft moans filled the air, driving me wild with desire as I worshipped her with every touch.

With a primal surge of desire and igniting a fiery passion that threatened to consume us, I reached up and grabbed her by the neck, exerting just enough pressure to send a shiver down her spine.

Her eyes widened with anticipation as I leaned in, my lips trailing kisses along her neck, sending electric pulses of pleasure through her body. I could hear the hitch in her breath, feel the quickening of her heartbeat beneath my touch. With a low growl of desire, I bent her backward towards the table behind us, exposing her stomach to my hungry lips.

She gasped, her back arching against my touch as I devoured her with fervent abandon. I kissed and nibbled my way down, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her, her moans filling the air like a symphony of desire.

I pulled her back by her neck, eliciting a gasp of anticipation from her lips. My hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves and contours with fevered desire. As I lowered my lips to the swell of her breasts, encased in that tantalizing red lace bra, I could feel her pulse quicken beneath my touch.

With a low growl, I pressed my lips against the soft fabric, teasing her with slow, deliberate kisses. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, her breath hitching with every brush of my lips. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin

With a flick of my tongue, I traced the outline of her bra, savouring the taste of her skin as I teased her mercilessly. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, urging me on as I continued to worship her with every touch.

As the phone call interrupted our heated moment, I rested my head on the soft, heaving swell of her breasts that are going up and down, due to rapid breathing only adding to the sensual tension between us.

"Alex, wait!" she exclaimed, reaching for her phone, I rested my head on her chest rising and falling with each breath.

"Hello?" she answered, her voice still tinged with desire as she tried to maintain her composure.

"Nothing, just running," she said, trying to cover up her breathing, I couldn't resist teasing her, by playfully biting her upper breast.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed, Her eyes widened in a mix of surprise and warning. I relented, resting my head back on her chest, pulling her closer as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"Hmm... Hmmm... Okay, done! I will be in an hour," she said into the phone, signalling that our little section is coming to an end.

She hung up and turned to me, her eyes filled with regret. "Office call, Alex. I have to go," she explained, her tone tinged with disappointment as she was getting up.

"This is unfair," I protested, feeling the weight of our interrupted intimacy.

"It's your company project," she countered, as she walked into her room.

As she disappeared into the room to get ready, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for the moment we had shared. The heat of our passion still lingered in the air, but reality was calling, pulling us apart. Tomorrow, when Elizabeth and Suman will arrive, we will have to put on a facade, pretending as though nothing ever happened between us. It was a harsh reality, one that I wished I could change.