Chapter 4

Before she could recover, he was stripping off his clothes.

His shirt flew across the room, revealing a chest that was a work of art, broad and sculpted with muscle, dark hair trailing down his abdomen. His trousers followed, and then his boxer briefs, and when he stood before her naked, Lena's mouth went dry.

He was magnificent.

Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, every muscle defined and shadowed in the dim light. A dark trail of hair led from his navel to where his cock jutted proudly against his stomach, thick, heavy, and so hard the veins stood out along its length. He was bigger than any man she had been with, and the thought of taking him inside her sent a fresh rush of arousal pooling between her thighs.

He retrieved a condom from his wallet, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it on with efficient movements, his gaze never leaving hers. She watched his fingers work, fascinated by the way his cock twitched with every touch, the way his abs tightened with restraint.

"Last chance," he said, his voice a gravelly rasp.

Lena reached for him, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him down to her. "Take me," she whispered. "All of me."

He positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against her slick folds. He pushed in slowly, agonizingly slowly, and Lena gasped at the stretch, the burning fullness of him filling her inch by inch. He was so big, so thick, and the sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pressure that bordered on pain.

"Fuck," he groaned, his forehead dropping to hers, his jaw tight with restraint. "You are so tight. So fucking perfect. You feel like heaven."

When he was fully seated, he paused, breathing hard, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. Lena could feel him throbbing inside her, could feel the rapid beat of his heart where their chests pressed together. She was so full, so completely filled, and the sensation was intoxicating.

And then he moved.

He withdrew almost completely before driving back in with a powerful thrust that made her cry out. He set a rhythm, deep, hard strokes that hit a place inside her she did not know existed. The bed creaked beneath them. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, wet and obscene and perfect.

"Look at me," he demanded, his hand gripping her jaw, forcing her eyes to his. "Do not look away. I want to see you. I want to see what I do to you."

She held his gaze, drowning in those amber eyes, and the intimacy of it was almost too much. He fucked her with relentless precision, each thrust building the pressure inside her until she was panting, writhing, begging.

"Please, Alexander, I cannot I need"

"You can," he growled, shifting his angle so he rubbed against her clit with every stroke. "Come with me, Lena. One more time. Give me one more time."

His free hand slid between them, his thumb circling her clit with merciless speed, and Lena broke.

The second orgasm was deeper, more devastating than the first. It rolled through her in waves, starting where they were joined and radiating outward until her toes curled and her nails raked down his back. She screamed his name, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vise, milking him.

Alexander threw his head back with a roar, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing as he found his own release. He collapsed over her, his weight a comforting blanket, his face buried in the crook of her neck as they both struggled to breathe.

For a long time, neither of them moved.

He pressed kisses to her sweat-dampened skin, her shoulder, her throat, her jaw, soft, reverent touches that made her chest ache with something she did not want to name. When he finally rolled off her, he pulled her against his chest, his arms wrapping around her like a cage she never wanted to escape.

"Stay," he whispered against her hair.

Lena closed her eyes, letting the warmth of him lull her toward sleep. She pressed a kiss to his chest, over his heart, and felt it beat against her lips.

She did not know that when she woke, he would be gone.