Alpha's Regret Too Late to Love Me novel Chapter 259

Alexander POV

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing through the haze of alcohol.

Sarah Winters, the woman who’d haunted my thoughts and dreams, pinned beneath me on my bed.

Her perfume-a mix of sandalwood and vanilla-filled my senses, making my head spin more than any whiskey could.

“What are you doing here?” I growled, tightening my grip on her wrists pinned above her head

This had to be another cruel dream. Why else would she be here, in my bedroom, her body soft and yielding beneath mine?

My alcohol-soaked mind couldn’t tell fantasy from reality anymore, but I didn’t care. If this was madness, I’d embrace it.

“Alexander, I-” Her voice was just as I remembered it from my dreams.

“Why do you keep coming to my dreams?” I demanded, my face inches from hers. “Haven’t you tormented me enough?”

Her eyes widened, lips parting in surprise. Even drunk, I couldn’t help but fixate on how perfect her mouth looked.

“Alexander, I’m not-”

“Bullshit,” I snarled. “You’re with him now, aren’t you? With that Portuguese Alpha-Nate?”

Confusion flickered across her features. “Nate? He’s just a friend, Alexander. There’s nothing-”

“LIAR!” The word exploded from my chest, making her flinch beneath me. “I saw you with him. The way he looked at you. The way you smiled at him.

Confusion flickered across her features. “I’m not lying-”

Something dangerous and possessive clawed at my insides. The alcohol had stripped away every ounce of restraint I normally maintained with iron discipline.

“Even if you want to lie to me,” I  whispered harshly, “why did you have to let me see it?If you were going to deceive me, why let me discover the truth?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but I’d had enough of words.

Words were meaningless-she’d proven that. In one swift movement, l crushed my lips against hers, swallowing whatever explanation she’d been about to offer.

The kiss was punishing, desperate-nothing like the careful control! maintained in my waking hours. But this was just a dream, wasn’t it? in dreams, I could take what I wanted without consequences.

And God, how I wanted her.

Her lips were softer than I’d imagined, yielding to my assault before responding with surprising hunger. The little moan that escaped her throat shot straight to my groin, hardening me instantly against her thigh.

“You feel so real,” 1 muttered against her mouth, nipping at her lower lip hard enough to draw a gasp. “My mind must be truly broken to conjure you so perfectly.”

My hands moved down her body, no longer gentle, ripping at the fabric of her blouse.

Buttons scattered across the bed as I exposed her to my hungry gaze.

The lace bra she wore was simple but effective, cupping her breasts prefectly.

“Even in my dreams, you’re fucking perfect,” I  growled, burying my face in the valley between her breasts, inhaling deeply.

I didn’t bother with the clasp, simply tearing the bra from her body.

She gasped, her back arching instinctively as I took one hard nipple into my mouth, biting down just shy of painful.

“Alexander!” she cried out, her hands moving to my hair, not pushing me away but pulling me closer.

The sound of my name on her lips drove me wild. I worked my way down her body, leaving marks everywhere my mouth touched-her neck, collarbone, the soft swell of her breast.

“Yes, I want you.”

That was all the permission I needed. I slammed into her in one powerful thrust, burying myself to the hilt. The sensation was so intense, so perfect, that for a moment I couldn’t move. She felt like home-like something I’d lost and found again.

“Christ,” I groaned, my forehead dropping to rest against hers. “You feel..”I couldn’t finish the thought. Instead, I began to move, setting a punishing pace that had the headboard slamming against the wall.

Each thrust was harder than the last, my control completely shattered by alcohol and desire.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, her body meeting mine thrust for thrust. The sounds she made-little gasps and moans that seemed to be torn from her throat-drove me tea frenzy.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” I growled against her ear, biting down on the lobe. “Like when I take you like this?”

“Yes,” she hissed, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. “Don’t stop.”

I flipped her over roughly, positioning her on her hands and knees.

The new angle let me drive even deeper, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as I pounded into her relentlessly.

“Mine,” I grunted with each thrust. “Fucking mine.”

I reached around to stroke her clit, determined to feel her come apart around me. Her walls clenched tightly as she approached her peak.

“Look at me,” I commanded, slowing my pace torturously. “I want to see your face when you come.”

She turned her head, her eyes meeting mine over her shoulder. The raw emotion I saw there-something beyond lust, beyond pleasure-nearly undid me.

“Now,” ordered, pressing hard against her clit as I thrust deep.

She shattered spectacularly, my name a broken cry on her lips as her body convulsed around me. The sight of her lost in ecstasy triggered my own release, and I emptied myself inside her with a primal roar.For a moment, we stayed frozen like that, connected in the most intimate way possible. Then I pulled out and collapsed beside her, my breathing harsh in the sudden quiet of the room.

But I wasn’t done with her yet. This was my dream, and I intended to make the most of it.