Alpha's Reunited Lovers

chapter 3

Chloe's POV

"Ah please more" I internally begged. He pleasured me in ways I had never imagined. His every touch was fire and I was more than willing to burn in that fire.

"Ah!" I felt hot tears trickle down the corner of my eyes as I felt him rub me there in the most enticing way possible, my body reacted to his touch and I was left a moaning mess.

He got down on me and soon, I felt something hard and hot; rubbing at my entrance and without warning. He slammed into me.

Bright rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains and scattered across the floors of the room.

The quiet hum of the air conditioner invaded my senses as I awakened from my slumber. I felt groggy and all of my limbs ached as if I had been in a gymnastics meet throughout the previous day.

Though, last night's activities were not much different.

I pried my eyes open and placed my palm over my mouth as I yawned. While rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked around, soaking in the familiar room. I could not, for the life of me, recall how we had ended up in bed.

Unlike my bright and cheery room, Dexter's room fully depicted his cool and brooding personality.

The walls of the room were painted harshly, and almost everything else in the room was colored black; the curtains, the reading table and chair, the bedside table, the bed frame, and even the air conditioner.

The only other colored items in the room were the white bed sheets and blankets that we were laying on.

I made to stand up but found that a weight lay on my torso. Dexter's strong arm rested just below my stomach, limiting my movement, and preventing me from leaving.

I did not have the heart to disturb his sleep as he looked so peaceful.

Deciding that I would rather wait for him to wake up, I laid back on the bed; since I had no means of escape, I decided to make the most of the moment of his unconsciousness by watching him sleep.

He slept soundly on the right side of the bed, his head atop a pillow. His blonde locks were matted against his forehead, his chest heaved up and down with soft snores escaping his slightly parted lips, and he had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.

I felt my cheeks pull up in a smile, and a blush crept up my cheeks from the knowledge that I was responsible for his lack of sleep.

Albeit his fatigue, he looked as handsome as ever, his face appearing innocent in his state of unconsciousness.

Sighing quietly, I glanced down at his large body. There was so much of him, so much man in the bed; there had also been so much of him inside of me just yesterday.

Flashes of last night's activities came back in torrents and I felt a blush rise on my cheeks yet again.

He had been rough with me in just the right ways, and perfectly hard for me where I could take it, and yet his lips had been so soft, and his touch had been so gentle- it felt like he had worshiped every feel of my femininity like it was only time he would be allowed to do so.

After a thorough session that consisted of him steadily plowing in and out of me until I saw stars, he had somehow moved us into his bed, bent me over on my knees, and he had taken me roughly on the bed from behind while pulling on my hair.

I screamed until my voice was raw and came apart in pleasure, over and over again. As the night wore on, we had taken a few breaks which had been filled with idle chatter and lazy kissing, until we were both aroused and savaged each other all over again; and the cycle continued all through the night until the early hours of the morning.

During last night's fervid activities, the times I had locked eyes with him had been almost too intense for me. Those blue orbs of his warmed me in a way that his embrace rarely could- and his embrace was one of the most comforting things I had ever been in.

There was just something about his eyes that made my heart flutter and made a delicious shudder lick up my spine; they were so full of life and emotions, sparkling intensely bright, yet warm and calm.

Dexter finally started to stir, rousing from his slumber. He placed a hand over his mouth as he yawned, and raised his hands above his head in a stretch. Rolling over on his side, he slowly slipped his eyes open and met my gaze.

He seemed to be trying to focus his eyes as he blinked in rapid succession and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Once he was fully aware of his environment, his lips turned up in one of his breathtaking smiles.

I felt my breath catch in my throat at his action.

"Good morning." he greeted, his voice warm and huskily deep. His voice stirred things in me- things that brought on immoral thoughts.

"Good morning," I replied.

When he suddenly moved towards me and cupped my face, I gasped in surprise. He drew closer to me, his face lowering to mine and I realized what he was about to do.

I quickly halted his movements by placing a hand over my mouth with his face just a few inches away from mine.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet," I said.

He gave me a pensive stare, his gaze hard and intense. Then, taking my hand in his own, he pulled it down and away from my mouth.

"I don't mind your morning breath. I want to kiss you," he said.

And he did just that in the most loving way ever.