My Toxin

Chapter 35

After some much needed encouragement from my friends I ready to go please my man.

After weeks of hesitation, weeks of Alex patiently earning my trust back, I knew I was ready. The incident with Isabella had left me vulnerable, questioning myself and my place in his life. But Alex had been nothing short of amazing, showing me time and again that his heart was entirely mine. He hadn't rushed me, hadn't pushed for more than I could give. And now, I wanted to show him how much that meant to me.

I stood in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was still sleek from the salon, falling in soft waves around my shoulders. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes bright with anticipation. On the counter lay the daring red lingerie Chanel had slipped into my bag back in Oxfordshire.

I ran my fingers over the delicate lace, feeling a surge of nervous excitement. This wasn't just about the lingerie or the night ahead—it was about letting Alex in completely, trusting him with every part of me. I slipped the pieces on carefully, the cool fabric hugging my curves and accentuating my shape. The intricate corset-like design made me feel confident, bold, and sexy—something I hadn't felt in a long time.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the bathroom. The suite was dimly lit, the soft golden glow from the city skyline spilling through the windows. Alex stood by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the shimmering lights of Paris. He was lost in thought, his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored slacks.

"Alex," I called softly, my voice carrying both my nerves and my resolve.

He turned, and the look on his face when his eyes landed on me made my breath hitch. His gaze swept over me, lingering on the curves accentuated by the lingerie, the way the red lace contrasted against my skin. His lips parted slightly, and for a moment, he just stared, as if trying to commit the image of me to memory.

"Marjorie," he said finally, his voice husky and low. "Shit...sorry...fuck you're perfect."

I felt my cheeks heat, but his words only bolstered my confidence. Slowly, I stepped closer, my bare feet making no sound on the plush carpet. "Do you like it?"

"Like it?" He took a step toward me, his expression softening into something tender yet intense. "I love it. You're the most delicious thing I've ever layed eyes upon."

I smiled, the last of my nerves dissolving. His words, his gaze, the way he looked at me as though I were the only thing that mattered—it was everything I needed to feel completely sure of this moment.

Alex closed the distance between us, his hands gently cradling my face as he leaned down to kiss me. His lips were warm and soft, moving against mine with a deliberate slowness that made my heart race. I melted into him, my arms wrapping around his neck as I pressed myself closer.

"Are you sure?, because I can wait, you're not making it easy but I can." he asked quietly, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for, Marjorie."

"I'm sure," I whispered, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions coursing through me. "I want this. I want you."

A flicker of relief and something deeper crossed his face before he kissed me again, this time with more intensity. His hands slid down my sides, tracing the delicate lace of the lingerie before settling on my waist. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed with a gentleness that made my chest ache with love.

As he laid me down, he hovered over me, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

I reached up, my fingers trailing over his jaw, his stubble rough under my touch. "And you're so good to me," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

He kissed me again, his lips trailing from my mouth to my neck, down to my collarbone. His touch was tender, his movements slow and deliberate as if savoring every second. My hands roamed over his back, feeling the strength in his muscles as he leaned into me.

When his fingers began to undo the lace of my lingerie, he paused, looking at me for permission. I nodded, my breath hitching as he slid the fabric away, leaving me bare beneath him. His gaze swept over me, filled with reverence and adoration.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his hand brushing against my cheek.

"More than okay," I replied, pulling him down for another kiss.

What followed was a beautiful dance of connection and love. Every touch, every kiss was filled with intention, his care and devotion evident in every movement. He was patient, guiding me through the newness of it all, making sure I felt nothing but comfort and pleasure. And as we came together, I felt a completeness I'd never known—a sense of belonging that went beyond the physical.

When it was over, we lay tangled together in the sheets, his arms wrapped securely around me. My head rested on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling me into a peaceful calm.

"Thank you," I whispered, my fingers tracing circles on his skin.

"For what?" he asked, his voice soft and laced with curiosity.

"For being patient with me," I said, lifting my head to meet his eyes. "For loving me the way you do."

His hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "Marjorie, you're everything to me. I'd wait forever for you if I had to."

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but they were tears of happiness, of gratitude. I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "I love you, Alex."

"I love you too, Princess," he replied, his voice steady and full of conviction.

As I lay back against him, the lights of Paris twinkling outside the window, I felt a deep sense of peace. This was where I was meant to be—right here in Alex's arms, surrounded by love, trust, and the promise of forever.