The Wolf Came on Christmas (Johanna and Alexander) novel Chapter 140

140-1

I didn’t care if I burned in flames, I was not going to separate from him, for anything in the world. Alexander eventually forced me to move away: like the last time, he lifted the hems of my clothes in a single movement and left me half–naked in front of him. I almost blushed; the intensity of his dark and transparent gaze left no doubt about what he was thinking. I doubted it even less when he trapped me by the waist again, and his hands went straight to the clasp of my bra. I did my part searching for the zipper of his jeans. It made me want to laugh every time I touched him, provoking him, and he growled, showing that he was not immune to anything, just like I felt at that moment. How could I not keep tempting him?

He could not articulate a word, perhaps for the same reason I could not string two thoughts together.

I leaned in to kiss him again, and the tight elastic of my underwear over my torso loosened. I filled my lungs with air, happiness, and the scent of Alexander’s skin immediately; and he still took a moment longer fighting with the knot of my necklace until he undid it. He threw the piece onto the coffee table and pressed me against his warm lap, urgently.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he ordered me, between one kiss and another. “Now. I can’t wait any longer.”

It must have been terrible torture for him to smell my anxiety and not be able to do anything about it without my permission. Who was I to deny him anything? I was giving myself a gift by finally receiving him.

“Upstairs? For what?” I smiled against his mouth, stole two more kisses from him. “It’s fine here. On the couch, on the rug… wherever you want. I don’t care.”

Alright, maybe I was too permissive…

The next growl was deeper, heavier, darker; and the bite that came afterward, which would no doubt leave its mark on my neck, felt untamed, wild. Exciting as hell. My heart could not beat any faster nor my blood boil any more, yet I still felt I was about to reach a new limit.

I don’t know what he did to me, or how he managed it. He brought out the most instinctive part of

1. me.

Biting, gently and affectionately, were not things I knew I liked to do, but I wanted to return the gesture while he undid the button of my jeans and pushed me patiently. He liked, evidently, what I was doing. I straightened up on my knees (I assumed he wanted to help me get rid of my shoes and pants), but the next second and almost without me noticing, the world tilted and I felt the soft brush of the carpet against my back. When I opened my eyes again, Alexander was above me, not

00

9

O

beneath me. His weight felt comfortable against my body, warm, demanding

Strong, secure. Intense. I discovered that I loved feeling that weight on me.

“Got the point,” I joked, and leaned in to kiss him.

“I’m not completely human, but I’m not stupid either.”

He denied me the kiss, however. So I only lifted my arms so he could slide the bra away from me himself, and before I could ask him why he had said that, his mouth was on mine again, biting me softly while trying to kiss me, and his large warm hands covered my breasts. Yes, yes! That hot and rough touch, instinct shouted inside me with tremendous joy. A sting of delight ran down my whole back; I was too sensitive to control it. Nor could I stop the moan that escaped my lips when his fingers tangled in the waistband of my jeans and began pulling them down.

The rest of my underwear also abandoned me, and I found myself naked beneath him.

Alexander took a second to observe me, but his eyes were on mine and not on any other part of

my body; one of his hands tangled and untangled strands of my black hair between his fingers, and

the other slowly traveled up and down one of my thighs. It moved up to my hip, and his eyes

dropped for a second toward my belly. Ah, he had noticed. I closed my eyes when I felt the brush

of his fingers over that familiar place, which sometimes still hurt in my mind: the small scars from the car accident. I didn’t understand why he suddenly stopped; I thought something was wrong. I felt a little afraid to think that we had reached that point and now he might doubt whether to continue or not, or that the scars had frightened him. Why? They were small, very small; the surgeons had done a very good job, there was no reason…

Comments

LUCK DRAW >

Vote

Maybe I was the one who got scared. I searched for his face and held it with my hands, but before I could say anything, Alexander spoke:

“…I think this is going to get a little rough,” he told me, and only then did I notice that he was breathing with some agitation.

His blue, crystalline eyes observed me carefully, studying me.

“Rough? What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“That right now I’m not so sure about what I told you before, that I wasn’t going to hurt you.”

I frowned, somewhat frightened, and tensed immediately.

“I don’t follow you. Why do you think that?”

“…I might bite you, or scratch your skin. Squeeze you too hard, not be gentle enough. Maybe all of that together. Biting you is what I fear most, hurting you. It’s your scent–you smell so damn good that I don’t know if I can control myself.” He moved his hand from my belly and touched my neck, my throat, the valley between my breasts. I shivered a little; my skin burned where a few minutes before he had softly bitten me. “If I hurt you, in any way, I want you to tell me. I’ll stop, I swear. I’ve never felt like this, never been so close to my limits. I need you to know that…”

At last I understood what he meant.

Of course, I hadn’t followed Kaylee’s advice; I hadn’t dared to talk to him about that before ending up like this.

And wasn’t this the most appropriate moment? We were about to make love after a long wait, and Alexander was perhaps wondering whether he should prepare me somehow for what was coming. There he was–not fearful, but indecisive, probably fearing for me, for what I would say, feel, or think.

The gesture seemed beautiful to me, but unnecessary. I had already accepted, finally, that it would happen. I caressed his cheek with my fingertips, delicately traced the scar beside his mouth, and I could not help but smile:

“… Alexander, I don’t want you to hold back; it’s not fair to you,” I told him, sparing him the trouble of continuing to explain. I almost unconsciously moved the leg he was so lovingly caressing at that moment and brushed his stomach with my knee; it was delicious to see how his muscles contracted instinctively at the mere contact, a low growl breaking loose in his throat. “I know you. You’re not going to hurt me. You know? I don’t forget that you were married to a woman like me,

00

9

O

ordinary, for eight years. You lived with her, slept with her, and had two beautiful children with her, I

trust you.”

“No, no… this time it’s different. With you EVERYTHING is different.”

“Alexander, listen to me.” I held his face between my hands seriously. “I trust you.”

Alexander clenched his teeth a little and sighed. He dropped his head, as if defeated.

“Damn it, Han, you are so…” he began, growling again.

“What? Funny? Stubborn? Amusing? Sexy?”

I managed to make him smile with that and relax enough to kiss me. With that simple caress I expressed my calm, and I think he understood.

“Do you think you can handle me?” he murmured against my lips.

“Is that supposed to make me afraid of you? Please. We won’t know until we try; I think that was your motto,” I replied, and relaxed in his arms again, happier. “Let it be, Alexander. I know who you are; you wouldn’t allow yourself to hurt me, and I don’t want to stop you in any way. I know your

secret. You don’t have to pretend with me that you are an ordinary man.”

I held his face with both hands and dared a deeper, longer kiss full of the anxiety that ran through

me completely. The brush of his fangs against my lips made me shiver. The delicate flutter of his

fingers along my ribs tickled me and at the same time made my skin rise immediately.

“…let yourself go, Alexander,” I know I whispered, my eyes closed, my forehead against his. “I love

you, and I love you just as you are.”

He whispered something I did not understand, and his mouth swept over me again. His hands clutched perhaps too strongly at my hips, his fingers burying into my flesh in an overly possessive and anxious movement. I moaned–not in pain, but from the thrill of anticipation. I was ready for whatever came, I was ready for him.

Somehow, I knew that few things in the world could separate us once that night had ended.

Comments

LUCK DRAW >

58

E

Vote

9

00