Chapter Thirty-Nine

The kiss was passionate, ferocious, and it was as though Alexander planned on eating my lips whole. His hands cupped my breast, making me release a whimper as he tugged on it and gave it a squeeze, one that sent a shock of waves flying through my spine. Then, he broke the kiss, trailing kisses down my neck. He fervently latched on a particular spot on my neck, one that did well to make me arch my back in pleasure.

His groans filled the room as he continued to latch on my neck like it was his dinner, his last supper, and when his mouth found my breast — I almost died of pleasure. One of his hands remained on my breast, the other cupped my ass, and his mouth assaulted my other breast. The pleasure it sent through me was terrifying. I kept squirming on the glass table in immense rapture.

I felt wet liquid on my nipple before his tongue came out to play, flicking with it like it was some toy. . .it could have been at that moment. I bit my lips, my eyes slowly opening to see him take his