Chapter 111

[Third-Person’s POV]

Alexander bent down and captured Evelyn’s lips in a fierce kiss that threatened what was left of his resolve. Evelyn’s words felt so much more than just an invitation. They felt like a confession from the most hidden part of her.

He had to remember, there wasn’t some illicit drug coursing through her system anymore. This was all Evelyn now. She was fully in control of her actions, wants, and thoughts.

And at that moment, she made it abundantly clear that she wanted him. Alexander would be damned if he did not come through for such a request.

Hell, the amount of emotion and desire he was holding back from her was enough to make the floors and walls shake. Alexander thought of how easily he could do away with both of their clothes and take her right then and there on the ballroom floor.

No! If this is really going to happen, then I’m going to ensure that it’s done right.

Alexander let his hand curl through her thick hair and lightly yanked her head back to gain better access to her slender neck. He dragged the flat of his tongue along the arch and over her collarbone.

Evelyn tried to contain her moans but he wanted to hear every sound he could draw out from her.

“A-Alexander,” she whimpered. “Please.”

Hearing her plea, sent sparks through him. He never thought he’d be so lucky as to hear such beautiful sounds again so soon. Alexander snaked an arm securely around her waist and, with little effort, lifted her off her feet.

Evelyn, instinctively, wrapped her legs around his middle and palmed his face in her hands. He let her take control of the kiss while he began to move. He gripped the underside of her thighs, keeping her firmly in place, and carried them out of the ballroom.

Alexander, knowingly, maneuvered them through the manor until they reached the master bedroom.

He fought back a feral groan when he felt the heat permeating from her center against the button of his pants. As soon as the door was open, he kicked it shut with the heel of his shoe and brought them over to the large bed across the room.

“Ah!” Evelyn yelped as he unceremoniously dropped her onto the mattress.

A devious smile curled his lips while he stared down at the woman who’d been taunting him night after night. Well, no more.

“As beautiful as this dress is, I’m afraid it’s got to go,” he told her. “Shall I?”

Evelyn nodded her head. She sat up and reached behind to undo the ties that were keeping the material in place. Suddenly, she paused as though she just remembered something. Her cheeks flushed as she let the top of her dress fall to her waist, revealing her bare breasts.

Holy fuck...

Alexander gaped at the perfect, delectable sight of her pert nipples stiffening under his heated gaze. To think she wasn’t wearing a bra the whole time made him wonder what else she didn’t have on.

He reached out for the hem of her dress and slipped his hand beneath. His fingers sought out the soft, silky feel of her legs as he slowly inched closer to the special spot. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest when his hand didn’t come into contact with any material whatsoever.

He choked on his words. “You’re not wearing any—”

“I wasn’t able to wear any with this dress!” Evelyn fired back.

She wasn’t wearing any form of underwear which meant she'd been completely naked under the silken material the entire night—and he didn’t know any better.

A low rumble came from the back of his throat. “And to think, I could have eaten you out on the dining room table,” he muttered.

Evelyn's mouth fell open. “Alexander!”

Their moment of shock swiftly turned over into fits of laughter. Together, they got Evelyn out of her dress and shoes. Just like the night before, Alexander took the opportunity to let his eyes search over her. Every curve and line of her naked body, he intended on committing to memory.

Her face was deeply flushed from feeling so exposed. Her pouty lips were still somewhat puffy from all the kisses they shared. She was a true vision.

Her voice came out shaky. “You’re wearing far too many clothes,” she told him.

Alexander smirked and pulled himself off the bed. His eyes never left her as he began removing his shirt and then onto his pants. He heard her quietly hiss when his hands came upon the waistband of his black boxers. He pulled the fabric away, letting his fully strained erection spring free.

Evelyn gripped her hold on the bedding unable to pull her gaze away from the large appendage that hung heavily between his wide legs.

There was just no way something like that was going to fit inside of her. Alexander must have read her mind because he knelt down on the bed and placed himself beside her.

“We’re going to take this slow, okay?” She nodded her head. “First and foremost, you are to tell me exactly what you’re okay with or not. If you want to stop, at any given time, then we stop. Understand?”

Again, she nodded her head. “Yes.”

“Good,” he hummed.

He cupped her breasts while leaning down to take one of her pebbled nipples between his lips. Evelyn’s breathing gradually became inconsistent when Alexander lazily dragged his hand down the length of her body.

A broken whine came from her throat when he slipped his hand between her thighs. He ran his fingers over her slit, gathering the slick wetness that pooled.

“As much as I want to taste you again, I need to get you ready for me,” he said roughly. “Spread your legs a little more for me. That’s it. Perfect.”

He circled her wet entrance and steadily pressed only one finger through her folds. Evelyn gasped, her eyes fluttered closed as she tried to get used to the foreign sensation.

“Alright?” he asked quietly against the crook of her neck.

“Y-Yes,” she hissed. “More.”

Alexander added another finger and started to curl them both within her tight channel. Evelyn squirmed against the bed, pressing further into his hand. When it came time for him to add a third finger, she was practically gasping.

“Ughhn! P-Please!”

“Tell me what you want.”

“You!”

“You already have me,” he chuckled. “Be more specific. Come on. Use your words, sweetheart.”

Her features pinched together with a deep frustration. Oh, God. Was he seriously going to make her say it?

She bit down on her tongue and muffled a curse. “I want...I want your cock.”

“Good girl,” he growled.

Without further wait, Alexander re-situated himself between her legs. She watched him take his sizable length in his hand and give himself several tentative strokes. His own breathing grew ragged as he proceeded to press the head of his cock at her entrance.

Evelyn braced herself for the expected intrusion. Her muscles clenched and jittered upon feeling him sink into her.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Alexander snarled. “Evelyn, baby, look at me.”

She’d been so focused on the feeling of him inching deeper, she hadn’t even realized that she’d scrunched her eyes shut and turned her face away.

“Tell me what you feel,” he ordered softly.

Pain. The moment he entered her, every nerve in her body coiled and strained. There was a sharp burning sensation that tore through her.

“It hurts,” she whispered weakly. Small tears dotted her eyes. Once he came to be fully seated within her, he stopped.

Alexander cupped her jaw and gave her a promising look. “It won’t last long. Do you want us to stop?”

“No,” she answered swiftly. “Just...Just let me get used to you.”