Page 30 of With This Mask
"Fuck, Salem," he groans between kisses.
His hands are so desperate. His fingers dig into my dress, pulling harshly at the lace and beading. He drags me closer, closer. There isn’t an ounce of space left between us, yet somehow, it’s still too much.
"Salem, is this… Is this what you want?" Alec breathes into my ear, his voice heavy with lust and vulnerability.
I don't hesitate, my voice trembling with equal parts excitement and fear. "Yes, Alec. I want this."
His eyes darken with desire as he studies me, searching for any hint of hesitation. When he finds none, a wicked grin spreads across his face. "You're fucking amazing, you know that?"
I bite back a smile, feeling a surge of confidence and maybe even a bit of pride. Despite our differences, despite the world that separates us, Alec wants me just as much as I want him. And for once, I'm not afraid to admit it.
In a movement that steals the breath from my lungs, Alec’s arms sweep beneath my knees, knocking me into his arms. Effortlessly, he carries me toward his bedroom. My heart pounds in anticipation. His eyes never leave mine as we cross the threshold, and I feel a shiver of excitement run down my spine.
"Are you ready for this, Salem?" he asks, his voice low and commanding. The soft dominance in his tone sends a thrill through me, and I can't help but bite my lip in response.
"You’ve been making me wait too damn long. Are you finally going to fuck me, Alec?" I dare, staring right into his piercing blue eyes.
A wicked grin takes over his mouth as he sets me down. There’s something a little dangerous in his eyes, rising to my taunting. Something a little reckless and wild.
“Gladly,” he promises.
He trails a thumb over my lips, and my eyes fall downward, my fingers rising to the buttons of his shirt. When he doesn’t tell me off, when he doesn’t swat my hands away, I begin at the top, going one by one.
He’s holding his breath, watching my movements. When I reach the last one, I peel his shirt over his shoulders, taking note of every muscle, every rise and fall. My breath hitches at the sight of his sculpted chest, every damn muscle perfectly defined.
How is he so damn perfect?
Finally, his shirt drops to the floor in soft folds.
With deliberate movements, he turns me. The warmth of his hands sends goosebumps washing over my skin as he sweeps my hair over my shoulder. His breath is hot against my skin as he takes hold of the zipper, and slowly, he slides it down, down, down. Hooking his thumbs beneath the straps, he guides them off my shoulders. And then the dress suddenly drops to the floor in a heap around my feet.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers as he leans in and presses a kiss to my shoulder, his hands sliding around my stomach. The skin to skin contact nearly undoes me. I lean my head back, a moan escaping my lips. His hands slide to my back, and in one smooth movement, he’s undone my strapless bra, letting it fall to the floor. Next, his hands grip my underwear at my hips, and in one swift motion, he tears them right off me.
“I’ll get you some new ones,” he says wickedly.
“You better,” I retort, arching an eyebrow.
I spin around, my hands going to his belt. And his lips take mine as I make quick work of undoing it and unbuttoning his pants. Greedily, I shove everything down and he steps free. The hard length of him springs free, pressing between us as he takes my mouth with his tongue.
Holy shit. I have Alec Venderholt, Vice, naked. And his cock is massive.
My head is spinning.
“Tell me where you want to be touched," he commands against my lips, his voice steady and full of authority.
For a moment, I falter, unsure if I have the courage to voice my desires. It feels so… dirty, to ask for exactly what I want. But something in Alec's gaze reassures me, and I find myself whispering, "I want you inside me. Right. Now."
"Good girl," he praises, guiding me backward until my knees hit the edge of the bed. I lay back, inching my way up until my head finds the pillow. Alec’s greedy eyes drink in every inch of me. And it’s kind of a marvel to me. That I’m never self-conscious with him. With past partners, I always wanted the lights off. I didn’t need anyone seeing the most intimate parts of me. But I simply shiver in anticipation as Alec’s eyes fix on my pussy, and then his hand comes to cup me, pressing circles into my clit, warming me up.
A small gasp escapes my lips at the pressure and my eyes roll back just a little.
And then Alec takes hold of my legs, spreading them, until I’m opened wide. He kneels before me, and holding my gaze, he positions himself at my entrance. Thank the stars my birth control is in full effect now. Slowly, he pushes himself inside me.
I gasp at the sensation, feeling full. So damn full. Just when I think I can’t fit any more, another inch of him slides inside me, and my body relaxes to accommodate him.
Until finally, he’s buried inside of me to the hilt.
"Fuck, Salem," he groans as he buries his face in my neck, softly biting my skin. "You feel incredible."