The silence stretched between them for a while, Sophie whispered pleas echoing in Alexander's ears.
She really needed this. But then Alexander was hesistating. He respected her so much to want to take advantage of her situation, even if he had once dreamed of a life with her.
"Please....." She whispered again.
That was all it took. He leaned forward, closing the distance between them, cupped her cheeks and slammed his lips onto hers. He withdrew, murmuring. "Let's go."
Sophie gave a curt nod, and together they stepped out of the bar. The cold night bit at her flushed skin, sobering her slightly. Alexander took her hand in his and led her towards his car, a sleek black Maserati. He opened the door for her and drove in silence to the hotel.
Inside the luxury suite, Sophie's heart started pounding the moment the door clicked shut behind her. The air around them was thick with tension and uncertainty as both of them sat on the bed edge, facing the opposite side.
Then Alexander turned to her. "Are you sure about this?" He asked, his voice low, serious.
She swallowed hard, her voice trembling. "Y... yes."
A pang of surrender settled in Alexander chest and his cock twitch with desires. He pulled her up by her waist and crashed his lips against hers, demanding yet gentle, igniting something in her that had been dormant for years.
Her fingers fisted into his shirt, dragging him closer as she deepened the kiss. Then Alexander pulled away. He pulled off his jacket, throwing it on the floor and then the tie. Then with a flick of his fingers, he pulled down the zipper of her dress, letting the dress slip from her shoulders and drop at her feet.
She stood before him in a lace pant and a snugly packed red brassier, her chest rising and falling.
His eyes darkened with desire, his fingers tracing her cleavage. "You're beautiful, Sophie," he mumured.
Sophie took the cue and slipped out her pants and then unclasped her bra. Now, she was completely naked. His eyes roamed around her body, taking her in like a memory he wouldn't want to forget.
Actually, she had always been in his memories. Stalking her for the three years she was with Ethan. Even at the company, and bar, he had purposely gone there, hoping to see her. So he knew her pains, her worries and happiness. He had often wondered why she couldn't love him instead of that asshole.
Alexander lips found her collarbone, trailing it down until his lips closed around her breasts. She gasped, trembling.
Alexander noticed this and took his mouth off her. "Sophie...." His voice was soft, his hands on her waist. "Has any man touched you like this before?"
Ethan never touched her. For three years, she had been wife only in name. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding as she felt shame crept inside her.
"No," she admitted.
His expression darkened, his jaw tightening. "That bastard," he cursed. Sophie flinched, surprised on how pained he was but she didn't say anything. "He never deserved you. But tonight.... I'll show you what it means to be wanted."
He closed his mouth around her nipples, sucking on it. A sharp moan escaped her lips as waves of pleasure crashed down on her.
He sucked greedily, his tongue circling and teasing the hardened peak, while his other hand kneaded her other breast, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers.
Her legs trembled, her pussy getting wetter by each passing second. He gripped her ass, kneading the soft flesh with rough, possessive strokes.
She moaned.
Alexander growled against her skin as his cock hardened. "I need you." He lifted her up effortlessly and carried her to the bed.
He laid her down gently, and he quickly pulled off his remaining clothes. His cock was huge, sticking upright and dripping with precum. When he finally joined her, her eyes widened in shock as she wondered how something as big as this would fit into her hole.
He noticed, and said, "I will be gentle." Alexander wasn't a gentle lover boy: he loved to be dominant, but for Sophie, he was willing to be gentle. She wasn't like his other women.
She nodded, believing him.
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss, while positioning himself between her thighs. She felt the thick cock pressing against her entrance, teasing her. Then in one slow deep thrust, he pushed inside her.
Sophie gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders from the pain of him completely buried inside her.
"Fuck... you're so tight," Alexander groaned as he felt her pussy pressing around his cock. A moan escaped her throat as pleasure crashed down on her. This was unlike anything she had ever felt.
However, Alexander allowed her to adjust. He set his pace slow at first, but when she had relaxed, he thrust deeper, and deeper into her tight hole, hitting the sensitive spot.
"Alexander...." Sophie's moan filled the room, each thrust pushing her close to her release, and after a few more thrusts, she orgasmed with a throaty cry.
Her release hastened Alexander's own. With one last thrust, he spilled inside her, their body trembling with sensation.
For a moment they didn't move, only their pants filled the room. Then he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. Sophie closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his embrace as they both fell asleep.
*****
Morning came and Sophie was the first to open her eyes. She turned to see Alexander beside her, his chest rising and falling rythmically as he was still asleep, his arms slung around her waist protectively.
She couldn't stay here. It's been fun while it lasted, but this is the end. Quietly, she slipped out of his grasp, dressed quickly and tip toe out of the suite. As she closed the door quietly, she leaned against the wall outside, her heart pounding.
Several unanswered questions crossed her mind. Was it okay to just leave like this? After everything they shared last night? But she concluded that this was for the best.
Sophie exhaled sharply and walked out of the hotel.
*****
The moment the door clicked shut, Alexander opened his eyes. He knew when she was leaving and wasn't sleeping like she thought. He had expected her actions. He had expected that she would want to pretend nothing happened between them but he was always one step ahead.
He took his phone, his fingers hovering on the screen as he dialed, Collins, his best friend and personal assistant number.
"Did you get the footage of us entering the hotel?" He asked, his voice hoarse.
"Yes, boss," Collins answered.
Alexander smirked darkly, pleased. "Now send it to all the media houses."
