My Toxin

Chapter 15

Her lips were warm and soft, and the moment they met mine, every ounce of control I thought I had left evaporated. The kiss was electric—fueled by frustration, desire, and a animalistic desire to possess her. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer, needing to feel her against me. For a moment, she stiffened, her anger and confusion holding her back, but then her resolve crumbled. Her arms slid around my neck, pulling me in as if she needed me just as much as I needed her.

I didn't hesitate. I lifted her off the ground, her body fitting perfectly against mine as her legs wrapped around my waist. Every muscle in my arms burned, but I didn't care. My focus was on her—on the way her lips moved against mine, on the heat radiating between us. She gasped against my mouth as I carried her to the bed, the sound driving me mad with need. When I reached the edge, I tossed her onto the sheets, watching her land with a mix of surprise and something I could only describe as excitement.

"I just made the bed," she said, her tone sharp but laced with a teasing edge.

I couldn't help the smirk that spread across my face. "Fuck the bed, Marjorie," I growled, leaning over her, my hands already finding her hips. "Look at me."

Her eyes locked with mine, and I saw it—the spark of defiance giving way to vulnerability, then something softer, something hungrier. She swallowed hard, her lips parting slightly as if to respond, but she said nothing. I pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, my grip firm yet careful, ensuring there was no room for her to look anywhere else.

"Does it look like I give a fuck about the bed?" I demanded, my voice rough, thick with desire.

She shook her head, her breath catching as her chest rose and fell. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as if the intensity of the moment had stolen her words.

"Good," I said, leaning down to capture her lips again. This time, the kiss was deeper, hungrier. It wasn't just about passion—it was about claiming her, showing her exactly what she meant to me. Her hands found their way to my hair, pulling me closer, her tongue meeting mine in a fervent dance that left me breathless.

I broke away, my lips trailing down her jaw and onto her neck. She tilted her head to give me better access, her soft moans spurring me on as I sucked and nipped at the sensitive spot just below her ear. Her legs tightened around me, and she arched her back, pressing herself against me in a way that made my head spin.

"Desperate little thing, aren't you?" I teased, my voice low and thick as I pulled back to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, and her eyes glazed with need. She was stunning.

Her only response was a frustrated moan as her hands tugged at my shirt. I reached for the hem and pulled it off in one swift motion, tossing it somewhere on the floor. Her hands roamed over my chest, her touch igniting every nerve ending in my body. I leaned back down, capturing her lips once more before my hands found the hem of her t-shirt. I slid it up and over her head, revealing her bare skin to me.

"No bra, Princess?" I murmured, my voice teasing but filled with admiration. "You're full of surprises."

Her lips quirked into a small, defiant smile. "Maybe I just like to keep you guessing."

I chuckled softly, leaning down to take one of her nipples into my mouth. Her breath hitched, her hands threading through my hair as I flicked my tongue over the sensitive peak. Her moans grew louder as I moved to the other, lavishing it with the same attention until her hips were moving beneath me, seeking friction.

"Alex," she gasped, her voice breathy and pleading. "More."

"Patience, Princess," I murmured, trailing kisses down the valley of her breasts and along her stomach. I paused at the waistband of her leggings, looking up to meet her eyes. "Are you going to let me taste you?"

She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes."

"Good girl," I said, my voice low and filled with approval. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and slid them down, revealing the delicate white lace beneath. The contrast against her dark skin was breathtaking, and I took a moment to admire the sight before me.

"You're stunning," I whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her thigh. I peeled away her underwear, my breath catching as I took her in fully. She tried to cover herself, her hand moving instinctively, but I caught it, kissing her palm.

"Don't hide from me," I said softly, my eyes meeting hers. "You're beautiful, Marjorie."

Her hand fell away, and I leaned forward, my tongue flattening against her clit in a slow, deliberate motion. Her reaction was immediate—a sharp intake of breath followed by a soft, desperate moan. The sound was addictive, and I couldn't get enough of it. I licked and sucked, my tongue moving with precision as I worked to unravel her.

Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as her hips moved against my mouth. "Alex," she moaned, her voice breaking. "I—oh my God."

"You're mine, Princess," I murmured against her, my voice low and filled with conviction. "Every moan, every cry—it's all mine."

Her response was incoherent, a mixture of pleas and whimpers as I pushed her closer to the edge. I slipped a finger inside her, groaning at how tight she was, and curled it to find that spot that would send her over. Her body tensed, her legs trembling as her moans grew louder.

"Alex, I'm—" she gasped, her voice rising with urgency.

"Let go," I commanded, my voice firm. "Cum for me."

With a final cry, her body arched, her release crashing over her in waves. Her moans echoed through the room as I continued to work her through it, my tongue and fingers unrelenting. When she finally stilled, her body trembling, I pulled back, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.

"Good girl," I said softly, my voice filled with pride. "You did so well, Princess."

She looked at me through half-lidded eyes, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. As she drifted into exhaustion, I cleaned her up with a warm towel, my movements gentle and careful. I kissed her forehead before slipping into bed beside her, pulling her into my arms. For the first time in weeks, I felt at peace. She was mine, and I would do whatever it took to keep it that way.