Whispers of the Diamond: A Romance of Memory and Desire

Chapter 36 - Terra

I almost immediately regretted my words as Alex was on me, kissing me so deeply and fiercely that it took my breath away. His hands were all over my body, and with only a thin top and jeans on, I could feel just how desperate his touch was, wandering over every inch of me. I had to admit, I loved this side of him.

His hands ran along my hips, pinning me flat against the wall, his lips crushing against mine with unbridled passion. This was the core of our relationship—raw, unbridled desire. My eyes half-closed as I whimpered against him, before he broke the kiss, spun me around, and pinned me to the wall. I ground my ass into his rapidly stiffening cock, feeling a shudder shoot up my spine as he grabbed my hands, forcing them over my head. He kissed my neck, growling in my ear, sending another shiver through me, another involuntary wave of need. I needed him to take me right there. He would, but he'd make me beg for it.

His hands slid down and under my shirt, pinching and pulling at my nipples, sending shocks of pleasure through me, from my breasts to my aching clit. I was already soaked, and he was in full control. As confident and self-assured as I'd become, as centred and controlled as I usually was, in moments like this I surrendered to the only person in the world I truly trusted with my heart. The man whose love for me transcended death.

I was acutely aware of the cold air of the tunnel, contrasting with the warmth of my skin, sending ripples of goosebumps across me. His hands slid to my hips, yanking me back into him as I ground against him, feeling the outline of his solid cock through his jeans. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, a thrilling reminder of how much I wanted him, how much I needed him in that moment.

As his hands moved to the front, I knew what was coming. He unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down, his fingers hooking into the fabric of my panties. With one sharp yank, he tore them apart with ease, the sound of ripping fabric echoing in the tunnel. His fingers quickly found their way inside me as his weight pinned me forward against the cold wall. I could almost taste the engine oil that coated the surface, smell the metallic tang of chemicals. None of that mattered against the sensation of his fingers curling and pressing into that tender spot inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body, pushing me rapidly toward bliss.

My body shuddered as I pushed back against him, feeling his fingers slide even deeper inside me. I trembled, my legs weakening beneath me. His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up as I moaned. It took every ounce of willpower not to scream, biting my lip to stifle the sounds threatening to escape. I wasn't sure how far my voice would carry in the empty tunnel, and the last thing I wanted was to be interrupted while Alex took me like this, with the kind of raw, unrestrained passion that made me feel like his possession, like I belonged only to him.

He positioned himself behind me, and with one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside me. I gasped, feeling his hot, hard length stretching me, filling me completely.

"FUCK!" I moaned, unable to hold back. But he didn't give me a moment to adjust. He started pounding into me with a furious rhythm, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. It took everything I had to keep from collapsing against the wall, the brick bit into my palms as I tried to keep myself upright, Every thrust sent shock waves of pleasure through me. My thighs trembled as he continued to slam into me.

His hands gripped my hips as he rapidly thrust into me over and over, his cock tearing into me with no regard for anything but our combined pleasure. I loved these moments, where only we mattered—a moment to release all the tension built up from the raid on the TG, to let go and refocus.

"Look how wet you are!" he snapped, his words ripping me from my train of thought and instantly triggering an orgasm. The way he was able to push my mind into so many different places had always been incredible to me. My body convulsed as I pressed into the wall, struggling to stay upright. My juices spilled down my thighs and onto the ground beneath us. Alex's grip on my waist held me up, waiting for the orgasm to pass.

As it passed, he withdrew, spun me around, and hoisted me back up to his waist, pinning me between him and the wall as he sank back into me. My arms wrapped around his neck as he began to lift me up and let me sink back down onto him. The sharp brick scratching at my back only added to the intensity as I rode him now in was known as the standing cowgirl.

As I bounced up in his lap, the brick scraping and scratching my back sent my brain crashing into another release. My whole body shuddered with so much force I thought Alex would drop me, and yet his iron grasp never faltered. As it passed, he began lifting and dropping me rapidly upon him, his body tensing as I saw that look in his eye—the one of pure intense bliss. Another moment, and I felt him twitch within me before that warm rush of fluid spilled into me.

He lowered me from him, and we both sank to the floor. I could feel our combined juices leak from me onto the ground, the air now a mix of oil and sex. I swore I could hear our heartbeats in my own head, and in that moment, we were one being. I reached for his fingers before lacing my fingers through his.

"I love you, Alex," I whispered softly.