Chapter 117

[Third-Person’s POV]

Poor Alexander was certain he was going to give himself emotional whiplash. He’d gone from true panic over Evelyn’s panic attack that rendered her literally unconscious to now having every ounce of heat in his body directed to one specific place.

His pants grew increasingly tight around him upon hearing her confession. His heart thrummed in his chest while his heart swelled with pride.

Thank God, Michael hadn’t found a way to sabotage his life in that aspect. He’d hurt Evelyn in ways that were going to take a long time to overcome, if ever. Alexander was prepared to be by her side and help her battle through the dark traumatic memories that were taunting her.

But to hear that it helped her when he touched her...It stirred something profound as well as primal within him. Alexander gazed down at his Luna with deep admiration.

“It helps when I touch you,” he reiterated. “Like this?”

He tilted his chin down, gesturing to the way in which he was currently holding close to his side.

Evelyn’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink for his feigned ignorance. Of course, he knew what she was referring to. Alexander was merely trying to get her used to voicing her desires.

He was ready and willing to give in to every single one of them. Day or night, he’d give into her needs and make her come undone at the very seams.

All she needs to do is tell me what she wants and it’s hers.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” Evelyn mumbled.

He raised a single brow and gave her a tentative look. “Perhaps...But why don’t you try and explain it to me?” he pressed lightly.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Stop teasing me.”

Alexander let out a low chuckle that spread dozens of goosebumps over her body.

“I’m not teasing,” he claimed.

Alexander started to shift himself on the bed. He pulled back till he was fully propped up and looking down at her.

“What I’m trying to do is get you to be more open about your desires. I want to know what you like and what you want to try.”

“Everything,” she said breathlessly.

Fucking hell...This woman is bent on sending me to an early grave.

It was too much for his mind to wrap around. ‘Everything’. How could she think to say that when they both knew her body needed to recover from the previous night’s events? Who was teasing who now?

He couldn’t stop his boyish smile. “As much as I love the enthusiasm, I’m going to need a little more specification, sweetheart.”

Evelyn’s face reddened from the thoughts that were coursing through her mind. “L-Like last night,” she muttered quietly.

Alexander hummed as he reached down to cup her cheek, lazily dragging the pad of his thumb over her lips. His eyes darkened with growing arousal.

“You liked the way I felt inside of you.” It wasn’t so much of a question as it was a statement. He noticed the way her breathing was becoming hitched as she nodded. “Yeah? Do you have any idea how beautiful you looked falling apart beneath me? Feel what it does to me.”

He pressed his hips into Evelyn’s side, making her feel his apparent hardness. Her lips trembled open and he caught a glimpse of her little pink tongue.

“Alexander...”

“You’re not fully healed from last night—”

“I can take it,” she said firmly.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “No, you will not. I refuse to prolong your need to heal over my body’s inability to stay calm and collected around you.”

He leaned down to press a longing kiss to her lips and marked his way down the base of her neck.

“But that’s not to say that I’m not amiable to do other things,” he hinted with a devious grin. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes?”

He swiftly picked up on the nervous hint in her voice. He could handle a little bit of tension but what he wasn’t going to stand for was uncertainty. Alexander was determined to make Evelyn see and feel like the gorgeous creature she was.

Much to her surprise and slight displeasure, he got up from the bed and made his way across the room. He placed himself down in one of the large Queen-Anne-style chairs. Evelyn’s brows furrowed.

He crooked a finger toward her to come closer. Without a thought, she slid off the mattress and came to stand between his knees.

“I want you to take off your clothes. All of it,” he said fervently. “I want to see every last inch of you. That’s it.”

Their eyes never faltered as Evelyn started the process of stripping out of her clothes. Her cheeks were still dusted with that adorable flush from earlier, yet she wasn’t shy in the least. Alexander was proud of her self-found confidence in her body.

Once she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the pile of her other clothes, she stopped. His eyes were blazing with want as he took in the delicious curve of her breasts. He felt himself grow harder.

“Those too, baby,” he nodded toward her dark blue panties.

With a smug grin, Evleyn let the silk material slip down her legs. Alexander’s gaze was scorching. It took every ounce of his own self-control to not literally throw himself at her.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Now, come over here. I want you to straddle one of my legs, okay?”

Evelyn tipped her head down and stepped over to his right side. Alexander reached both his hands out to grab her hips and guide her down to settle over his wide thigh. He heard the small gasp slip from her mouth.

“I want you to ride my thigh until that tight pussy comes all over my pants. Understand?” he asked, vehemently.

Her eyes briefly flickered with doubts. With his hands still locked on her hips, Alexander grounded her slick center over the denim of his pants.

“See? Like this. You’re going to rock your hips back and forth. Just like that, so good,” he cooed.

Evelyn’s mouth fell open in a startled whine as he continued to move her over the top of his thigh. Soon, she braced her hands out against his chest and was setting her own rhythmic pace.

“O-Oh my God!” she heaved.

Alexander kept one hand on her waist while he raised the other one up to cup the sweet swell of her breast. He pinched and rolled the tight bud of her nipple, sending her into a frenzy.

“That’s it,” he rasped. “Press down harder until you're rubbing your clit. You can feel the pressure starting to build behind it can’t you?”

Evelyn nodded her head. Her breaths came out short and labored. The sounds that he was pulling from her were driving him mad. What Evelyn did next was something he would have never predicted.

She raked her hands down his chest and went for the metal button on his pants. She slid the zipper tab down and reached in to take out his achingly hard cock. She kept her touch light but firm and began gilding her hand up and down while giving a slight twist at the head.

A grousing sound rumbled from Alexander’s chest. “Fuck. I’m not going to last long,” he told her.

“Then don’t,” she moaned. Her expression grew anguished from all the pleasure that was rolling through her. “Oh...Oh, God!”

“That’s it,” he groaned out. “My good girl. Come for me.”

Evelyn tipped her head back and rode out every last shock that spiraled through her. Alexander took over and stroked himself to eager completion.

When the two of them were happily sated for the moment, he took her chin in his hand and looked into her lust-glazed eyes.

“I promise I won’t let Michael get anywhere near you again.”