Heir of Deception | (for mature audience)

*Chapter 45: Alexandria

Alexandria

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“I want you… now,” I gasped, pulling him into me, my desire for him overwhelming.

As the elevator doors slid open, he scooped me up effortlessly, cradling me in his arms as if I were nothing more than a feather. With every step he took, my hunger for him intensified, igniting a fire deep within me. I would have let him take me on the stairs; we’d done it before, and the thrill of that memory sent delicious shivers down my spine.

After the day I’d had, he was all I needed to relieve the pressure building inside me. Christian had a knack for making everything better, for erasing my worries with just a touch. I had already forgiven him—that was why I’d agreed to meet him at the restaurant. I missed him. I missed waking up next to him, the way our bodies fit together, and how our workouts always ended in heated moments. I just couldn’t stay angry at him any longer.

As we reached my bedroom, our clothes fell away in a frenzy, and in mere seconds, we were both naked, our skin pressed together, a raw intimacy that quickened my breath. I gasped as his warm breath brushed against my thighs, and then he buried his face between my legs. A loud moan escaped my lips as he made contact, the sensation electric and intoxicating. Every nerve in my body ignited with pleasure as he worked his mouth against me, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me.

“Christian!” I moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair, urging him closer. “I’m so clo—” A loud gasp escaped my mouth, my body shuddering as my orgasm erupted in waves of unrestrained bliss.

“I love you, princess,” he smiled, licking his lips as he rose from between my legs, his eyes dark with desire.

“I love you too,” I breathed, my heart racing as he positioned himself above me.

As I lay beneath him, the world outside faded away, leaving only the heat of our bodies and the intensity of our connection. He shifted his weight, aligning himself perfectly with me. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, an electric current that sent shivers racing down my spine.

“Are you sure, princess?” he asked, his voice a seductive whisper. I nodded, my breath hitching in anticipation. “Because I don't think I can handle you continuing to hate me after this.”

"I'm sure." I breathed, pushing my lips against his, needing to feel him.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered me, filling me completely. A gasp escaped my lips as our bodies connected, the sensation overwhelming. I arched my back, welcoming him deeper, and I could see the moment he lost himself in the pleasure as well.

“You feel incredible,” he murmured, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move, each thrust deliberate and deep. “You’re so tight around me; it’s driving me insane.”

“Christian,” I breathed, my body responding eagerly to his every motion. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper. The way he filled me was intoxicating, and I felt every inch of him as he moved within me.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a heated kiss, our mouths moving in perfect harmony. The taste of him was addictive, and I lost myself in the sensation, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he gasped between kisses, his breath hot against my skin.

“I missed you too, baby,” I replied, my voice a desperate plea. “Don’t hold back. I want all of you.”

With each thrust, he drove me closer to the edge, his movements becoming more urgent, more passionate. I could feel the tension building within me, my body responding to him, craving release.

“Let go for me, princess,” he urged, his voice low and commanding, sending thrills through me. “I want to feel you come around me.”

“Christian… I’m so close,” I gasped, my body tightening around him, the waves of pleasure building higher and higher.

With one final thrust, I let go, my body shuddering as I reached my peak. Pleasure washed over me in powerful waves, leaving me breathless and trembling beneath him.

Christian followed me into ecstasy, his own release crashing over us as he buried himself deeper. I felt him twitching inside me, every drop spilling within me. In that moment, nothing else mattered—just the two of us, lost in each other, wrapped in a cocoon of passion and love.

As we finally came down from our high, I held him close, savoring the warmth of his body against mine. I whispered, “I love you,” feeling the truth of it resonate deep in my heart.

“I love you too, Alexandria,” he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Always.”

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As morning light filtered into the room, I stirred awake, feeling the comforting weight of Christian’s arm draped over me. It had been far too long since I had woken up next to a warm body, and I relished the sensation of his presence. I moved closer, throwing my leg over him, and he welcomed me with his warm embrace. I pressed a soft kiss onto his chest, relishing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my lips.

Turning slightly to face him, I took in the sight of his relaxed features—the way his hair fell across his forehead, the faint stubble that hinted at a roughness I found utterly irresistible.

“Morning, princess,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

“Good morning,” I replied, my heart jumping at the sight of him. “How did you sleep?”

“Better than I have in a long time,” he said, planting a kiss on my forehead.

“I missed you too,” I said, shifting my body onto his, feeling the heat radiating between us. “So, where do we go from here?”

“Continue where we left off,” he said, a playful glint in his eye. “I know it won't be easy, but I'll take it as slow as you want us to go.”

“Slow?” I raised my brows, a teasing smile playing on my lips. “After last night, you think we can take it slow?”

“Yeah, we shouldn't have rushed into it,” he replied, a hint of seriousness breaking through his playful demeanor.

He had a point; we shouldn’t have rushed things, but the heat of the moment had swept us away.

“Okay, then let’s see how slow we can take it after this,” I said with a smirk, moving down under the sheets.