Page 128 of Beautiful Forever
Fifty-One
I grabon to his wide shoulders when Aleksander picks me up. “What?—”
Anything else I had wanted to say gets pushed aside when he kisses me.
“The first time we make love isn’t going to be a quickie in the kitchen.” Carrying me into the living room, he gently lays me on the blanket next to the fireplace. My hands follow everywhere his light-gray eyes travel as they roam my body.
Aleksander emits a throaty groan as he watches me touch myself. “You are a fucking goddess.”
Going to my knees, I sit back on my heels and kneel in front of him. “What I am is yours,” I reply, pushing his hands out of the way so I can undo the zipper of his dark trousers.
I had only gotten to see a glimpse when I walked in on him in the shower a year ago. Aleksander is a big man…everywhere. Muscular, tall, and commanding, he exudes masculinity. But beneath the surface is a man who is insanely intelligent, kind, and protective. He’s also a man who has a heart that can easily be broken. It’s a heart I will pour all my love into for the rest of our lives.
“I believe this is my job, husband,” I tell him, knowing the effect that endearment has on him.
Taking over, he stands perfectly still as I undress him. My lips press a line of kisses along the swells and dips of his Adonis belt and chiseled stomach as I push the leather strap out of the buckle to remove his belt. Aleksander seems entranced by how I meticulously pull the belt through the loops until it comes off completely.
I set it on the blanket. I have plans for it later.
He sucks in a harsh breath when I grip his cock at the base, my hand not able to fully circle the girth of him, and a flood of wetness drips down my thighs. He’s going to rip me apart when he fucks me, and I’m going to love every fucking second.
Channeling my inner seductress, I drag my tongue up the underside vein to the bulbous tip. He feels like satin over steel.
“Aoife,” he moans, hooded eyes locked on me.
“Yes, husband?”
Fisting my hair, his muscles tremble with how hard he’s fighting to stay in control and not take over. Peering up at him through my lashes, I lap at the droplets of cum that leak out, then wrap my lips around him and suck. The blunt nails of fingers dig into my scalp, and I love the sharp nip of pain it produces.
His jaw clenches, and he hisses through his teeth when I flatten my tongue and take him to the back of my throat, deepthroating his dick until I gag.
A low growl rumbles up, and I’m suddenly hoisted to my feet. Aleksander’s mouth crushes mine, our tongues meeting on twin moans.
Hands dueling with one another’s, we hurriedly push each button through its buttonhole on his shirt, and an appreciative hum escapes when I finally get to see all of him. Aleksander is covered from neck to ankle in ink like Constantine. Gorgeous,intricate artwork that must have taken days to complete each design.
Splaying my hands over his defined pectorals, I lean in and tongue his dusky nipple, loving the slightly salty taste of his skin. “Tá tú ag breathnú go hálainn.” You are beautiful.
“I’m not going to be able to hold back this first time. I want you too fucking much.”
“I don’t want you to hold back.”
The way his eyes turn black with need has my core throbbing with urgency. We have all night to make love. Right now, I want him to claim me. Own me. Fuck me. Fast. Hard. All-consuming.
Giddiness bursts out of me when we tumble to the floor, the soft chenille blanket and throw pillows cushioning our fall.
My laughter suddenly dies when he lands on top of me, but it’s the love shining behind his pewter-grays that has my heart rate tripping over itself. The air surrounding us electrifies, pulsing like a physical thing. Like lightning in a bottle. This moment right here…this incredible thing between us that refused to die and only grew stronger even though distance and time separated us…iseverything.
“I love you, Syn.”
He kisses the pad of my thumb when I brush it across the seam of his mouth. “I love you right back.”
“Every night I would look up at the stars and wonder if you were looking at the same ones,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck. “And every night when I fell asleep, I dreamed of you,” he says against the swell of my breast, his warm tongue circling my areola before sucking on the tight bud, and pleasure zings from my nipple directly to my pussy.
He makes love to me with his mouth, and even though he said he wouldn’t be able to hold back, he seduces me with tenderness until I’m a writhing, panting mess underneath him.
Ember pops and sizzle as the fire crackles beside us, the orange and yellow glow creating a play of shadows over his handsome face. The boy from my childhood who became a formidable man. The shy, lonely teenager with the light-gray eyes who would stand on the other side of the ballroom, gathering the courage to ask me to dance. The dangerous man I met as Syn on the elevator who stalked me and protected me in equal measure.
“Aleks.” I reach for him, and our fingers tangle.
