X: Command Me through Alexander's Eyes - Geneva Lee Page 0,51

grab hold of my hair.

“I’m going to fuck you with my mouth, and I want to hear you come. I want you to let go,” I order. It’s met with a pleading whimper. I love the little sounds she makes—the anticipation in each one. I love the ones she makes when she comes even more, though. I push her legs apart, wanting more and taking more with each stroke of my tongue. Her body stills, tightening, and I know she’s at the edge. I close my mouth over her clit and suck it until it throbs.

She’s speaking, but I can’t hear her. There’s only one thing that matters. I pin her against the wall harder and continue to pleasure her. Stroking. Sucking. Thrusting. I’ve found my calling—the reason that I exist—and it’s here between her legs.

Her release is violent. It overpowers her. My hand anchors her. My tongue centers her. For one moment, I am her whole world, too.

As the tremors fade, I become aware of myself again—or, at least, the painful hardness of my cock. I need her naked. Now. Standing, I take her handbag and find the keys. Clara slumps against the wall while I unlock her flat. Kicking the door open, I lift her into my arms. We make it as far as the kitchen counter.

I lay her across it as I unbuckle my belt then my trousers. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

“Wait.”

I have her for the rest of the night, so I’m able to pause.

She scoots off the counter and reaches for her zipper. A moment later, her dress flutters to the ground and pools at her feet. Clara sinks her teeth into her lower lip as she stands before me naked, offering herself to me. I take her again, lifting her into my arms and carrying her to the wall. Her legs circle me as she bucks against my groin. She pushes down my pants, and I step carefully out of them, my cock already pushing against her soaked sex.

“Slowly,” I remind her as I nudge her entrance. “Now, poppet.”

She does as she’s told, sinking onto my shaft with teasing slowness until she’s skewered. As soon as she’s taken all of me, she thrusts her hips like she’s hitting a power button.

I force myself not to laugh at her impatience. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She grabs hold of my hair and pulls. “I thought you liked that.”

I stare at her, trying to be sure I’m hearing her right. I can’t be. She’s been clear on her boundaries. But it’s there on her face: an invitation to cross them.

She has no idea what she’s dangling in front of me or how dangerous her offer really is.

“Tread carefully, Clara.” I can’t take it. No matter how much I want to. Pressing my forehead against hers, I close my eyes to her momentary lapse in judgment.

I don’t need the pain or the control—not if I can have her. I’ll make it work. She deserves that much. I kiss her softly, not daring to open my eyes before I move inside her. “This is enough.”

Finally, I chance a peek. Ecstasy soaks her features, and I smile. She’s enough.

But worry clouds her eyes, and I know what she’s doing. I know what she’s wondering. I never should have asked her to submit to me. Will that request always linger between us?

“Clara,” I saw in a low voice, “stop thinking.”

“I—”

I kiss her before she can finish the thought. “Be with me. Feel me.”

I shift against her, pushing deeper inside her body. It’s an effective distraction for both of us. Clara’s face goes blank, even as I feel her swell over my cock. A throaty cry escapes her lips and becomes my name. “Alexander!”

It pushes me over the edge, and I release into her, savoring each surge. I may never get enough of Clara Bishop, but that won’t stop me from giving her everything I can.

Chapter Nineteen

Clara sags against me, boneless and spent. I make no effort to break our bonded bodies. I’m still too anxious to release her in any way after her disappearance from the party—even physically. She’s barely hanging on, so I turn to carry her to the bedroom. I step into the hall and realize I have no idea which room is hers. I’ve never been farther than her kitchen.

“Right,” she says so softly I barely hear her.

Her bedroom is at the end of the hall. A window overlooks the street below, but at eye level, I