Star-Crossed

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE.

SKY

"I'm really losing you, aren't I?"

I stood up, my fingers pinching his jeans to stop him from leaving me. He turned around and looked down at me, his eyes only blue.

Alexander was staring at me in what looked like disbelief, like he had just came in terms with the realization that I was really leaving.

His eyes were still blue, with a frown that didn't leave. I found myself staring at the godly man while my throat closed up.

"Yes." I responded.

All of what had happened tonight completely vanished, and Alexander became the only thing I thought about, saw and felt.

"I really thought we were for life, Sky." Alexander said, before becoming agitated.

A pain in my heart appeared because of the strong effect of his words.

I remembered a few months ago, when I looked at his eyes and saw the world. Not just literally, because of the blue and green specs in his irises, but I saw the world with the two of us together.

He covered his eyes with his fists and cursed to himself. He was killing me slowly, making me watch him decompose in front of him when he was detonating less than an hour ago.

"I saw you as my fucking wife one day." He stabbed. "Carrying my child." He shot.

I let out a sob, my chest aching at his words. This was my first heartbreak, and I knew it was going to be the only one that would hurt me this much.

It hurt way too much.

Alexander heard me and rushed over to me. He crashed his lips with mine while grabbing my face in his two hands.

Our tongues glided against each other. The taste of his kiss was all I needed at that moment in my life. Nothing less.

"One last time." He groaned against my mouth, picking me up by the back of my thighs.

I peppered kisses all over his face, my own way of telling him that I wanted him.

He groaned as I kissed his neck. They were the softest kisses I'd ever given him, but the reaction I got was better.

Alex placed me down on the bed, holding me securely by my waist.

His erection was visible through his jeans, and when he started to grind his hips against my burning crotch, I became a moaning mess under him.

The friction was killing me, and the kisses on my neck he was giving me was worse.

Alexander stood up from the bed and pulled off his pants. His toned body still did wonders to the deepest parts of me.

He grabbed me by the thighs and pulled me until I was at the edge of the bed. Then, without a word, he took my panties off.

His eyes were watching my core I knew was dripping wet, and his eyes darkened by the second.

I let out a high pitched moan when I felt his soft tongue against my clit. It felt amazing. Heavenly. Perfect.

"Oh, Alexander." I moaned out, hearing his groan in response.