"Tell me," Alex encouraged, his fingers working another button free.
She looked up, voice steady, laced with need.
"I want you."
No hesitation. No shame. She had chosen.
"I want to feel alive again," she whispered. "I want to remember what it's like to be desired, not just needed. I want you to touch me like I matter, not like it's an obligation."
"Then that's what you'll have," Alex promised.
In one fluid motion, he lifted her onto the antique writing desk beside her vanity. The cold mahogany against her skin made her gasp, but his warmth immediately chased away the chill."
Alex's eyes drank her in, dark with hunger and something shared, reverence. His hands traced the curves of her body, lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath the thin fabric. His touch was both gentle and claiming.
"You're deliciously huge," Alex breathed in awe, his palms pressing into her breasts as if he could drink them in whole. He tried to cup her fully, but the silk barrier....and her own overwhelming size, made it impossible. He looked up at her, eyes bright with reverence and something fiercer.
Victoria's cheeks flushed deeper; pride warred with embarrassment in her gaze. She'd never owned her body like this before, never felt like this was her moment, her choice.
Without warning, Alex tipped his head downward. His lips brushed over the velvet top of her breast, parting it slightly as he took her nipple into his mouth. A sudden wet warmth bloomed against her skin.
Victoria gasped...half surprise, half pleasure, as she leaned forward, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"A-Alex…" she breathed, voice catching as his mouth latched onto her. "Oh God… that...." Her head fell back, lips parted as a soft moan escaped. "That feels… so damn good."
Her thighs clenched instinctively around his waist, pulling him closer as her body arched into him. "Don't stop," she whispered, firmer now. "Please… "
He sucked gently at first, slow and exploratory, letting his tongue swirl beneath her nipple, teasing the tip until it hardened instantly under his ministrations. each pull of his mouth lit fire under her skin, and she cried out, breathy and sharp.
Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, as Alex's mouth moved with purpose...lingering on one side before drifting to the other, switching between soft kisses and firmer sucks. His fingers traced lazy patterns across her sternum, dipping lower to trace the curve under her breasts.
"Alex…" she moaned, voice breaking.
His hand slid down her ribcage, fingertips trailing feather-light over the smooth, heated skin.
The air in the room thickened, charged with the scent of her desire. His palm moved deliberately lower, pressing against the soft curve of her waist before dipping beneath the waistband of her skirt.
With careful, worshipful attention, he traced the trembling outline of her core through the thin fabric, feeling the flush of heat radiating from her. His breath caught as he circled a finger slowly around the velvety folds of her most intimate place, every rotation a tantalizing tease that made her shiver uncontrollably.
Victoria gasped softly, her hips shifting instinctively, pressing into his touch. Her eyes fluttered open...and found his. The moment their eyes locked, time seemed to pause.
There was no shame in her gaze, only hunger. Raw, open, and gloriously feminine. Alex held her stare, his pupils dilated, like he was drunk on her...on her scent, her sounds, her surrender. The connection hit her like a shot of liquor, warm, dizzying, and dangerously addictive.
Then, with the slow precision of reverence, Alex slid a single finger inside her.
"Ah...!"
The gasp tore from her throat, unrestrained and sharp. Her walls clamped down instinctively, wrapping around him, soaking him in her slick heat. A trembling moan followed, rising in her chest as her knees nearly buckled.
His eyes never left hers. That steady gaze, dark and blazing, made her feel utterly seen...devoured.
He began to move that finger in slow, patient strokes...curling just enough to make her legs quiver, teasing the slick, sensitive walls that pulsed eagerly around him.
Victoria's moans were soft but rising, breathless little sounds that spilled out as her back arched and her hands gripped the edge of the desk tighter.
He inserted another finger, stretching her further, filling her more completely. Her eyes widened slightly at the pressure...then fluttered closed as the pleasure caught her off guard.
"Oh... oh god, Alex..." she whispered, trembling.
His fingers pumped slowly, deliberately...his thumb brushing over her clit in lazy circles, coaxing whimpers and gasps that melted from her throat like honey. His mouth hovered near her ear now, letting her hear his ragged breath, the warmth of each exhale feeding the storm building inside her.
The slick, rhythmic sound between them only heightened the intimacy, the pure erotic madness of the moment. He curled his fingers just right, hitting that perfect spot. Her moans turned desperate, breaking into ragged cries as her hips began rocking to meet him.
Her hand gripped his wrist tightly, not to stop him...but to anchor herself as she unraveled.
"Don't stop... please, Alex...don't stop..."
The room dissolved into heat, breath, and skin. Her climax came fast and hard, a crashing wave that shattered through her core, her body convulsing in his arms, voice breaking into a long, helpless moan. She collapsed against him, gasping, trembling, still lost in the aftershocks.
Alex responded in kind...leaning up only long enough to capture her lips in a hungry kiss, worshipping her as if she were the only thing he'd ever wanted.
Victoria cried out again, hand sliding over his scalp, fingers trembling as she urged him on. In that moment, nothing else existed but the taste of her on his tongue and the heat that pooled between her thighs, proof that tonight, she was alive, desired, and utterly claimed.
Victoria's breath hitched as her voice broke through the charged silence.
"I can't wait anymore… Take me, Alex. Fully. Own me."
His dark eyes locked onto hers, holding a promise...fierce, tender, urgent. Without hesitation, he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the queen-sized bed. She melted into his arms, heart pounding, every nerve alive with anticipation.
Slowly, he peeled away her clothes, revealing the curves he'd only ever glimpsed before, now laid bare, vulnerable yet radiant in the soft light.
Victoria's eyes never left his, wide, luminous, filled with intoxicating desire and trust.
Alex crawled between her legs, his gaze seeking hers as if silently asking for permission. She nodded, voice trembling but steady.
"It's been a long time, Alex… Please be gentle."
His lips curved into a slow, understanding smile.
"I will."
His fingers traced delicate, teasing circles over the slick folds of her most sensitive skin. A sharp, breathy yelp escaped her lips...raw, honest, alive. Her hips arched instinctively, welcoming the worship of his touch.
With slow, purposeful motions, Alex's hand moved to stimulate her clitoris.
She whimpered at the directness of his touch, thighs trembling, every touch sending shivers rippling through her body. Victoria's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as waves of pleasure began to build inside her.
Then, with a smooth, fluid motion, he positioned himself and slid inside her.
Her breath caught as he breached her slowly, tenderly, filling her with a sweet, unbearable stretch.
Their eyes met, and in that moment, all words were unnecessary. It was a dance as old as time, a connection deeper than physical, a merging of need, trust, and fierce longing.
Victoria responded eagerly, wrapping her legs around him, pulling him deeper.
She gasped, nails pressing lightly into his back as he filled her inch by inch, giving her time to adjust, to feel every heartbeat in sync with his.
"Alex…" she moaned, her voice cracking with sensation.
"I've got you," he said, kissing the corner of her mouth. "You feel…tight, incredible. Like heaven wrapped in silk."
Their bodies moved in unison, an unspoken rhythm that deepened with every thrust. He didn't rush. He savored, every moan she gave him, every shiver that wracked her body. The Golden Touch in his veins amplified every flicker of pleasure, turning skin against skin into something divine.
"You're not just beautiful," he whispered against her ear, voice thick with heat, "You're art. You're sin. And right now, you're mine."
"Say it again," she gasped.
"You're mine, Victoria. Tonight and every damn night you'll have me."
"More, Alex… please."
He pressed into her again, steady and unwavering, feeling the yielding warmth beneath him. Victoria's nails dug into his shoulders as she let out a low, ragged moan that filled the room.
"Oh....Alex…" she whispered, voice trembling with need.
Each thrust drove him deeper, setting a rhythm that matched the racing beat of her heart. She arched her back, lifting her hips to meet him, encouraging him without holding back.
"Just like that," she gasped. "Don't stop… please."
Her words sounded desperate, every syllable laced with raw want. Alex's grip tightened at her hips as he responded with a fiercer pace. The wood frame of the bed creaked softly beneath them, a soundtrack to their union.
Victoria's breaths came in short, heated bursts. "God, Alex...harder," she urged, her voice slipping into moans that rose and fell with every motion.
He obliged, his movements growing more urgent, more intense. She felt every inch of him, every push and pull, each one igniting sparks that chased through her veins. She cried out, the sound rich and honest, echoing off the walls.
"Just like that," she repeated, letting her body guide him, rolling her hips, pressing up, clutching him closer. "I'm right here… don't stop."
Alex's jaw clenched as he drove into her, his own breath catching. He kissed her shoulders, her collarbone, trailing hot kisses in between each powerful stroke.
Victoria responded by arching higher, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, hungry kiss that stole his breath away. Her arms wound around his neck, pulling him flush against her, urging him on.
Their movements became a seamless dance...two bodies moving in perfect sync, building toward a crescendo neither could deny. Victoria's moans turned urgent, her voice trembling with the approach of something overwhelming.
"I'm so close," she moaned, voice raw. "Alex… don't stop…"
With one final, deep thrust, Alex sent them both over the edge. Victoria's back arched, a shuddering cry escaping her lips as waves of bliss washed through her. He followed, his own release ripping through him, guiding them both into a moment of exquisite abandon.
They rode the aftershocks together, bodies still moving, hearts pounding, breaths mingling in the dim light. Victoria clung to him, nails grazing his skin, her voice a soft whisper of gratitude and wonder.
"Thank you," she breathed, her fingers tracing slow, tender patterns along his back.
Alex pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, his voice husky with emotion.
"You're everything," he murmured.
They collapsed into each other, the silk sheets tangled around them, both of them finally quiet in the warm glow of what they'd just shared.