Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 160 Chapter 160 Emma pressed herself against Alexander, her breath hitching as his warmth wrapped around her. Even with his body pressed against hers, it wasn't enough. She needed more of him more of his touch, more of the fire that was igniting between them.

Every stroke of his fingers set her skin ablaze, and his low, guttural moans sent her heart racing wildly. She felt whole for the first tin years. She felt alive. She felt at home. storm of Her trembling hands explored his back, his muscles taut under her fingertips, as if he was holding back the emotions that threatened to break free. But Alexander could not help it anymore. His lips moved wildly over hers, desperate, tasting each tear that had fallen, each ounce of pain she had endured.

eager and In the heat of their longing, their clothes began to disappear, scattered carelessly on the floor. But neither of them noticed or cared. All that mattered was this raw, unfiltered connection between them.

Alexander cupped Emma's breast, his thumb stroking over her firm peak. Her skin was soft, warm, and perfect in every way. She gasped at the touch, her body arching instinctively toward him. Her heartbeat thundered against his palm as if her very soul was responding to his touch.

"You're beautiful." Alexander whispered against her lips, a thick desire and emotion in his voice. He pressed a line of kisses down her neck, stopping at her collarbone, before looking into her eyes. "How did I ever let you go?" Emma's breath hitched; tears threatened to well up again. She did not want to talk of the past, of the years of heartbreak and separation. At the moment, none of that mattered, but this raw moment where they were nothing but two souls finding their way back to each other.

But Alexander just couldn't hold his silence anymore. He needed her to know, to understand. "For years, I've been a fool," he said, hands framing her face. "I let my pride and my anger blind me. I hated my father for forcingto marry you. I took that hatred out on you when you didn't deserve it. Emma, I wasted so much time. I wasted so much of us." Tears began filling Emma's eyes as she listened to the sincerity of his confession. She had spent years trying to bury her love for him, convincing herself that he didn't care. Hearing his words now, the walls she had built around her heart began to crumble. Alexander's lips found hers again, softer this time, filled with an unspoken promise. His hands roamed her body, reverent and worshipful, as if he was rediscovering every inch of her. "I've deprived myself of this," he whispered against her skin, his voice trembling. "Of you. Of the only person that truly mattered Emma's hands cupped his face, her thumbs brushing away the tears that had slipped from his eyes. "You hurt me, Alexander," she said in a small, quavering voice. "You hurtmore than I thought possible." "I know." he whispered, his voice breaking. "And I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you'll let me." Emma said nothing. She leaned forward and kissed him, putting all her love and longing into that kiss. Alexander replied in equal measure, pressing her closer until no space was left in between them.

Her heart raced in her chest as she let her hand slide lower, sliding down his six-pack They were out in the open, but she did not care. All Emma wanted was Alexander, his touch, his smell, his hitched breath upon every one of her touches. She doubted she could survive another minute without him inside her.

Her fingers skimmed along his waistband, her determination firm, though her hand trembled. Slowly, she slipped her hand further past his waistband until finally her fingers found his cock A soft gasp escaped from her lips as her fingers wrapped Chapter 160 around his hard, throbbing cock, waiting for her touch.

Alexander groaned deep at the contact, his lips breaking away from hers to trail hot kisses down her neck. "Emma," he breathed against her skin, the longing clear in his voice.

She wrapped her hand around his dick, firm yet teasing as she began stroking him. Her movements were slow but perfect. Just like he had imagined it to be.

Alexander's response was instant. It was a guttural moan that sent a surge of heat coursing through her body. His hands clamped tighter on her hips, his control slipping away with each stroke of her hand.

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Unable to restrain herself, Emma reached between them with her free hand and tugged at the waistband of his boxers. She pulled it down, let it drop to the floor, and stepped back just enough to take him in. The sight of him, bare and all hers, sent a surge of arousal coursing through her. Her mouth parted, her gaze lingering on him, and her cheeks flushed both with embarrassment and desire. And then she saw it, though not as bold in the darkness, the scar, he had gotten because of her. Gently, she ran her fingers over it, her heart full of respect and love for the man who had risked his own life to save hers. Alexander framed her face, making her look up at him, trying to stop her from what he knew she was about to say. He hadn't saved her for her gratitude; he had done it simply because of his love for her.

His eyes were ablaze with a fire that sent her knees buckling. "You don't know what you do to me, Emma," he said in a hoarse voice Emma knelt before him, her gaze darting upwards to meet Alexander's as her fingers wrapped around his thick cock.

Her breath caught in her throat as she took in his size, larger than imagined, pulsing with heat and need. A flicker of nervousness crossed her mind but almost O immediately overtaken by a huge confidence she didn't know she possessed, she wanted to please him, to feel the almighty, powerful Alexander at her mercy.

She didn't waste a single second, leaning forward with her mouth opened wide to swallow him. Her m tongue licked across his length, tracing each vein. Alexander let out a low guttural growl and he tangled his hand in her hair, watching her. Encouraged by his untamed reaction, Emma took him in deeper than she thought possible.