How could I have been having so much sex with Rome and Luke when my body hadn’t ever been fucked. There was no way that was possible, you couldn’t regrow your hymen, and you couldn’t be unfucked.
Something like relief flooded through me, combining with the intense, thrilling pleasure that was slowly replacing the hurt, and I felt good.
I felt better than good.
I felt normal for once. Doctor Norris had been right, after all, I could barely think about letting him know that, though. But he had said to give it time that all the oddities surrounding my Swiss cheese brain were going to resolve themselves.
So while Alexander helped me become whole again with each pass of his thick cock, I began to let go of the notion that I was from somewhere else. That I’d been dragged here from the dark, that the dark could still claim me.
As Alexander picked up rhythm and the sex became all-encompassing, world-building even, I let go of the girl I’d once been. Scared and alone, terrified of my own shadow. Feeling the pull of the dark and desiring it.
I became connected to the world around me, the physical world of Uppers and Lowers, and somehow it all began to make sense.
The harder he fucked, the faster he pumped, the more I felt like I belonged. And when he slowed, grinding himself into me, I felt like I belonged to him.
“Look at me, little sparrow,” he rasped, staring down at me as he drew himself out his full length. “Fucking look at me while I make you mine.”
He eased back in and hit the end of me. He stopped and balanced on his elbows so he could brush the hair off my face and cup it in his hands.
My eyes were wide open, and he was my entire world at that moment. There was no way to tell where he ended and I began, we joined together physically, and as we gazed into each other’s eyes, we were joined on other levels. It felt like communion, a spiritual ritual of love and sex magic that was tying my being to him and erasing the ghosts of other lives.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he moved slowly, deliberately inside me. He was buried deep, and my pussy was throbbing and clenching so hard I wondered if I’d ever felt pain there at all. The pleasure was all-encompassing, and when Alexander withdrew again, sighing a long breath out as he reached the tip, I almost came.
He hovered at my entrance, teasing me with the head of his cock just splitting my lips and stretching me wide. He rested it there and cupped my face again, and said, “What do you need from me?”
“I need you to fuck me,” I whimpered. “I need it so bad.”
“Fuck you?” he asked in mock surprise. His self-control was exquisite, and I envied it. I felt like I was about to fall apart the moment he thrust forward. In fact, I knew I would. “How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Hard,” I groaned and dug my nails into his back again, drawing his hips towards me. He resisted my efforts and kept me hanging there, clinging to him as I begged for his cock deeper and faster inside. “Please, faster, harder, I need you now, or I’m going to die.”
“That does sound serious,” he said and dipped to kiss me. I felt him twitch inside as our tongues briefly entwined, but he pulled back and looked down, his eyes hooded with intensity. “That sounds very serious. And you know I’d never do anything to hurt you like that, Willow. I want to make you feel good. I want to love you like this.”
“Please, Alexander, I can’t stand this,” I panted like a dog, my mouth open and my eyes wide with desperation. My pussy was trembling at how empty it was, and I was about to pitch into an orgasm without him inside of me, but I didn’t want that. I wanted him there when I came. I wanted us to come together. “I need to feel you flood my pussy. I need your seed inside of me.”
“I’m going to fill your hot cunt,” he growled at last. “Fuck, you feel so good, sparrow...”
He didn’t finish his sentence because he finally released his control and slammed into me. He cried out when he hit the end of my pussy, and screamed his name when the first flutters of my orgasm rose up, threatening to drown me under the wave of bliss.
“Alexander,” I sighed and wrapped my long legs around his hips, locking our bodies together. I held on tightly and held on until he caught up. I whispered, “Come with me,” in his ear, and that seemed to do it for him.
He released a long groan, slammed in once more, and stopped. He hooked his arm under me, brought me up to his chest, and balanced me as we stayed motionless like that, our hearts beating in our chests and our bodies joined completely. At last, I felt it. His cock swell and twitch as he shot his hot load deep inside, driving me over the edge into my own crashing release.
I called his name and shook. My entire body quaked as the energy that had been coiled up inside was set free. Bright white pinpricks of absolute ecstasy exploded behind my eyes, and the world felt like it was on fire. Everything around us dissolved as we hung there, suspended in our ocean of joy, drinking in each other’s happiness.
When it had washed over us, torn through us like a hurricane, dragged us, and battered us on the shore, we were left exhausted and limp. Still in each other’s arms, he rolled over and pulled me with him to lay on his chest.
He played with my hair absentmindedly, and when we’d calmed enough to speak, he said, “I’m sorry I doubted you. I’m sorry I raged at you. I will do better for you, Willow. I will protect you from my father. I will never become my father.”
“I believe you,” I said. “I love you, and that’s enough to help you change. My influence on your heart is greater than his influence on your mind. I trust you.”
He sighed and kissed the top of my head. We floated like that on his bed, in reckless abandon, without care for the future or the present, or even the past. We were just Willow and Alexander, two people destined to marry and two people who were just lucky enough to be in love.
CHAPTER20
“You two looklike you’ve settled your differences,” Harlow said, raising an eyebrow as we strolled into the kitchen an hour later.
We’d had sex one more time, then a quick shower to clean up afterward. I noticed that Alexander had softened towards me after finding out he was first, there before Luke. How simple men could be in the end. He wanted to mark his territory, even if he was okay with sharing me. I didn’t mind it, though. I thrived under his careful, tender touches and words of love.