Chapter 169

[Third-Person’s POV]

At that given moment, Alexander was certain that he would agree to anything Evelyn wanted. He’d missed her deeply and had gone far too long without having this connection between them.

He needed her the way that a person needed food and water to survive. He hadn’t purposely intended to let his innermost feelings fly out earlier but he wasn’t upset by the fact it had happened.

Alexander knew he should have been forthcoming about his feelings—it would have probably saved them all a world of hurt and long-lasting frustration had he admitted them sooner...

But he and Evelyn were finally able to move past that. Back in the sanctity of their room, he was going to willingly and happily comply with her unknown request.

“Indulge you how?” he prompted.

His arsenal sparked upon seeing her nibble on her bottom lip. It was something so inconsequential yet she did it every time she was nervous or contemplating something.

“I...I want you to lay on your back,” she said. “But first, I need you out of your clothes.”

Alexander was more than happy to oblige. He reached over his shoulder to tug off the shirt in one swift move. Evelyn’s hands went to work on his belt. Getting past the buckle and zipper, she slid her hand into his boxers and found his hard and ready.

He let out a shuddering breath while her hand worked up and down his length. Alexander berated himself to keep focus otherwise things were going to end a lot sooner than he would have wanted.

“So you want me on my back, I can do that.”

He forced himself to pull out of Evelyn’s capable hands in order to remove his pants entirely. From there, he climbed onto the mattress and laid back toward the head of the bed. He sat among the pillows and let his eyes drift over her.

“You are far too overdressed right now,” he said.

Evelyn giggled and got up. She stood at the foot of the bed and began to mimic his previous actions. She’d worked at the buttons of her blouse and let the material slip to the floor. Next, she moved to the band of her skirt. With a firm tug, she rolled it down her thighs, leaving her in nothing but her bra and matching underwear.

“Jesus Christ,” Alexander groaned.

His eyes were naturally drawn to the perfect swell of her breasts that were propped up so invitingly in her lace-formed bra.

“Sweetheart, as much as I love the set, I suggest you take it all off before it gets ruined,” he advised.

She pursed her lips while struggling to hide her growing smile. Alexander felt his cock twitch with excitement as the last remaining scraps of fabric were removed from her luscious body.

Evelyn crawled up the bed and made the bold move to straddle Alexander’s waist. His eyes widened with amazement while both hands cupped her hips.

“This is what you wanted, huh? You want to ride me.”

Through heavily hooded eyes she nodded. “Yes.”

Alexander had fantasized about her this way since the time he instructed her to seek out her own pleasure by riding his thigh. It truly was thrilling to know that he got to be each and every one of her firsts. He couldn't wait to see the glorious image of her hips sway back and forth, her breasts bouncing with every push of his pelves.

He let one of his hands drift down to seek the silky heat between her legs. Evelyn’s head fell back with a broken moan as his fingers curled and sank between her slick folds.

“Lift up for me,” he husked.

He aligned himself at her entrance and carefully guided her down onto his length. The two of them hissed and panted just as the head of his cock pushed past her opening.

“Take it slow,” he told her.

He refused to move until every last inch was inside of her. The moment she reached the base of his length, Evelyn’s entire body shook and fell forward. She pressed her hands to his chest as a means to keep her balance.

Alexander was absolutely marveled by her determination. He let out a tortured groan the second she tried to shift her hips. “Good girl,” he praised.

Evelyn’s expression was a mix of sweet, sweet agony and pleasure. “So d-deep,” she gasped.

“That’s right. Now, you’re going to slowly lift up and let yourself fall back down,” he instructed. “Start slow.”

She did as she was told, gradually pressing down on her knees to lift herself up till she was almost at his tip before sliding back down to the base. Alexander cursed and garbled words of encouragement as she repeated the glorious action.

It wasn’t particularly fast or frantic, and he was perfectly content about it. It had been too long since they came together like this. He missed the way she felt around him. Wet, hot, and tight. Perfection. She was perfect.

While she set the pace for them, he lifted his hands to cup the mounds of her breasts. He flicked and pinched at her nipples, spurring her on with every shift of her hips.

Evelyn slurred over her words. “Ah, A-Alexander...”

“What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

“More,” she pressed. “I need more.”

He dropped his hands back to her waist, stopping her movements completely. He made sure the flats of his feet were firmly planted on the bed and gave one swift upward snap of his pelvis, driving himself even deeper.

Evelyn’s mouth fell open and a series of high-pitched moans slipped out.

“Oh my God!” she shrieked.

Their original leisure pace was utterly reversed to a hard, rough tempo that felt downright punishing. Possessive. He felt her slick walls tightening around him each time the head of his cock pressed against the special, hidden spot.

She dropped down to press a languid kiss to his lips. He took in her smile like a prize he had rightfully earned.

“Admit it,” she said weakly. “You were jealous of Henry.”

Alexander snarled with indignation. Was she really going to bring up that guy at a time like this?

He tightened his hold on her and, without any clear warning, flipped them to where he was now the one looming over her. Evelyn hadn’t bothered to hide her amusement.

“He was practically eye-fucking you from across the table,” he hissed. “And you didn’t even notice.

Alexander resumed his punishing pace. She circled her legs around his hips and locked her ankles.

“Of course, I didn’t,” she said. “Don’t you know why?”

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“B-Because you’re the only one I want,” I confessed. Every thrust brought her closer and closer to throwing her over the edge. “The only one who makes me feel this way.”

“That’s right,” he growled. “I know what sets you off. I know exactly where to touch and just how hard and badly you need it. Wanna know how I know?”

“How?” she whined.

“Because you’re mine.” Evelyn was on the cusp of losing herself. “Every part of you. That smart mouth. That remarkable mind. And this perfect, tight pussy that makes me lose every sensible thought I have.”

On a choked cry, Evelyn threw her head back and felt her orgasm consume her. Alexander buried his face in the crook of her neck and sought his own release until two were truly spent.

He kissed the soft spot below her ear and carefully rolled to lay beside her. He curled a possessive arm around her waist and pulled her in close.

As the two lay there, feeling fully satiated, Alexander allowed his eyes to drift shut.

“By the way, I may need to return to the Silverwood Estate,” Evelyn blatantly announced.

His eyes instantly shot open and he turned to glare at her.

“Over my dead body!”