Chapter 112

[Evelyn’s POV]

I wasn’t entirely prepared for the nerve-pinching pain that accompanied Alexander’s movements. Of course, I wasn’t completely naive about the whole situation. A while back, I had done some research on the matter.

I knew well enough that there would be a bit of discomfort in the beginning. Then again, I wasn’t prepared for that particular spurt of pain that shot through me like a raging tear. It pinched for a good few moments and then a subtle burn came after.

The only thing that was keeping my mind distracted from the tender irritation was the feeling of being so full. There was average, then there was big, and then there was Alexander.

Jesus Christ. I felt the tip of him brushing against my cervix with every shuddering breath. The feeling was enough to make me forget about a lot of things. Like how I was completely on display for him—not a single ounce of me was covered up.

Not to mention that my breathing had become utterly erratic. Something caused Alexander to shift, making me feel the slight drag of his cock

“Ahh,” I hissed.

The pain was all but gone. All that remained now was a sweet, delicious ache that demanded to be satiated.

Alexander’s eyes filled with worry. “I’m sorry—”

“No, oh my God...Do it again,” I whimpered.

“You’re sure?”

I frantically nodded my head and practically begged him. “Move. I need you to move.”

He didn’t waste another second. Alexander slowly pulled out no more than halfway before steadily pressing back in. My bottom lip trembled open as all the air was knocked from my lungs.

An embarrassingly loud keening moan slipped from my mouth. Alexander kept a slow, steady pace. My back arched off the bed, trying to desperately get closer.

Alexander let out a rugged groan that sent chills down my spine.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped. “You’re taking me so well.”

“Please,” I breathed.

He kept his pace steady and just a bit too slow to allow the ache within me to grow.

An appreciative smile spread across his face. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you.”

“Faster,” I begged. “Oh my God, please. Faster!”

Alexander grabbed both of my ankles and brought them over his shoulders. My eyes locked on to his muscled, chiseled chest. “Hold on to something.”

I thoughtlessly grabbed a hold of the bed sheets around me, hoping it was enough. His fiery gaze was filled with unyielding heat. A second later, I was being met with hard, punishing thrusts that knocked my whole body back into the bed.

“Holy sh-shit,” I cried out. “Alexander!”

I tried to meet each one of his thrusts as best as I could. I could feel a thin sheen of sweat beginning to cover my skin. My muscles were absolutely straining but Alexander remained unwavering. The man was ruthless. The hot, sizzling pressure at my core was climbing higher and higher.

He reached out to curl a hand around my cheek. “My perfect girl, I can feel you tightening around me,” he husked. He leaned down to steal my lips in a long, searing kiss. “You’re getting close.”

The sounds that were coming out of me were unrecognizable. But, God, I didn’t care. Every time he’d thrust his hips, he’d hit that same sweet hidden spot inside of me that made me see stars.

“Ah. Ah. Ah. A-Alexander...”

The feeling of it was astronomically addictive. It was like I never wanted him to stop. It was an insane thought, I knew. But it really made me wonder how I had gone that long without ever having experienced it before.

“Come for me, that’s it,” he urged.

My whole body shook and spasmed uncontrollably as a silent cry tore from my chest. It was by far the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced and it kept going and going. Alexander kept his movements at the same lethal pace, never letting up until he let out a muffled groan and finally slowed the manic drag of his hips.

He slowly pulled out and left the bed only to return back a moment later with a warm damp cloth. After he cleaned us both up a bit, he lowered himself down to lie next to me. I could hardly keep my eyes open.

Alexander tucked me close to his side, pressing a short kiss to my head.

“Sleep, sweetheart.”

“Mmh.” I was too tired to respond with anything else. I was more than happy to let my eyes remain shut and allow my exhaustion to take over.

For the first time in what may have been forever, I finally felt satiated and content.

...

[Third-Person’s POV]

The following morning, Alexander woke up in the sweetest way imaginable. Still warm under the covers. Naked. And wrapped around his perfect wife.

She was utterly magnificent last night.

Every sound she made—every flawless move of her hips against, Evelyn proved herself to be entirely capable. Of course, he worried that he’d been a bit too rough with her at times. After all, that had been their first time together, nor more than her first time ever.

Last night had been wonderful on multiple accounts. It made him realize that there was so much he’d been missing out on with his own wife.

Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for them to share meals together. However, dinner last night felt so much more intimate and personal. For a man who wasn’t able to let himself be vulnerable, he found it incredibly easy to let his mental walls down around her.

Although, there was one topic that kept rushing to the front of his mind. Evelyn’s brother. It was a horrible thing that happened to him.

A complete freak accident...Much like the car accident that had taken place all those months ago.

He felt Evelyn begin to shift and stir next to him. Lazily, he dragged the tips of his fingers along the exposed part of her chest.

Evelyn hummed and mewled while naturally pressing into his hand. He loved how responsive she was to him.

Slowly, her eyes began to flutter open. Evelyn gave herself a moment to stretch before taking in her surroundings. As her gaze came to land on him, he noticed the slight smile that ghosted over her lips. His heart clenched in his chest.

“Good morning.”

“Mmm, morning,” she said.

He brushed her hair back from her face. “How are you feeling?”

“A bit sore,” she mumbled through a shy smile. “But, there again, I haven’t tried standing up yet.”

A wave of guilt swirled within him. “I’m sorry if I was too rough with you. I should have—”

She pressed a few of her fingers to his mouth. “Shh. You didn’t do anything I didn’t want,” she told him. “Alexander, last night...It was everything I could have hoped for.”

He was ready to argue and explain that she shouldn’t be doing any sort of exerting work today. He knew that her muscles were going to be screaming the moment she got out of bed. But he knew well enough that Evelyn wasn’t going to listen to his reasoning.

“Well, in that case,” he slithered. “Care to join me for a shower?”

She arched her brow and nodded her head. Alexander got out of bed first and confidently padded his headway across the room. He turned to glance over his shoulder at Evelyn who was taking her moves rather slowly.

He waited for her feet to hit the floor. As soon as they did, her knees began to wobble beyond her control and all he could do was chuckle as she cursed under her breath.

It was, indeed, a glorious morning.