Chapter 271

‘Alexi?’ I wail it frantically, as though a ghost has walked in and is trying to trick me. And before thought hits me I chuck my phone down harshly, not caring about breaking it, and run straight for him; my body finding a sudden surge of newfound strength and energy, throwing myself around his neck in a moment of complete craziness before he disappears again.

I collide with hard torso, his taller height as I leap at him and wrap myself around his neck, practically strangling him with my overenthusiasm. I’m unable to stop the sobs coming over me as his familiar smell and familiar touch envelopes me completely.

‘I thought you were dead.’ I blurt out through laboured breaths, trying to calm down. Shuddering from the come down of my epic emotional breakdown. I pull him close and try to convince myself he really is here. I am all but raking my hands over him to check every inch of him is unscathed, undented and truly real flesh and blood.

Alexi wraps me up tight and pushes his face against the side of mine as he cradles my head to him. Squeezing me half to death in the most welcome hug I have ever had in my life. Overwhelming me with how much I need his touch.

‘Why would you think that? I’m right here. I’m fine … honest. Rough night, but I am absolutely fine. I promised you, didn’t I?’ He sounds completely and utterly like him, in every single way. If not a little shocked at my behaviour, but he won’t let me go and holds as tightly as I do—My body warming and tingling where icy cold once dwelled. My heart rate multiplies for the feel and relief of him really being here with me, wrapped in a beautiful hug that fills up my soul. I cry, but not in despair, just real genuine heartfelt thanks that he did come back to me, and he is crushing the life out of me with the most meaningful embrace.

I pull back to look at him, so much going off inside me. His pale grey gorgeous eyes scan my face and his finger he trails down my cheek to wipe the sodden mess away. Looking at me like that … handsome and gentle, I completely surrender to the joy and relief coursing through me.

I don’t utter an answer, instead, I kiss him.

I throw in everything and pull his face to mine with determined fingertips, and give my most grateful ‘thank the heavens for bringing him home’ passionate kiss that I have ever given anyone in my life.

Alexi pauses for a second, stunned by the unexpectedness of it no doubt, and pulls back. Looking me in the eye, seemingly shocked at what I just did, and then he too moves in and kisses me back without hesitation. Locking his perfect mouth to mine so that he prizes open my lips, just enough to fully connect in a way that sends explosions through my stomach.

It’s a kiss that rips me apart inside, my heart aching and body crumbling to dust as I’m submerged in the kind of euphoria you can only ever dream of knowing. My heart hammers through my chest and my whole body turns to explosive bubbles as his soft lips caress mine and pulls me into complete heaven—He feels divine.

Alexi’s hands slide from around me to cradle my face as he moulds perfectly to my mouth and explores my kiss with a matched passion. Fuelled by pain from believing I had lost him forever, I give him my all and he meets it in every way. He kisses me like he means it and it’s a far cry from any way he has ever kissed me before. I can feel the longing in it, and we both become one on matched movement and sensual teases. Arms sliding around one another as bodies are moulded together sensually. His tongue grazes mine and he just tastes so good.

Alexi slides one hand under my hair and angles my face to him so he can push against my tongue with his and deepens the kiss he gives me. Making love to my mouth and tangles us up together in a way that ignites every single piece of fire I possess; Mouths opening to accommodate the kind of French kissing that melts your body into liquid ecstasy. We cannot get close enough. There’s a raw hunger being let loose in an unbridled fashion as our fire builds and the kiss sets a crazy need alight - one that consumes me.

I want him.

He wants me.

He pulls my dress over my head in one sweeping movement that separates us for seconds, startling me with the sudden release of my mouth and whipping off my clothes past my face. I dive straight back in, locking my mouth back to his and surrender to another toe-curling snog. I start hauling his hoody over his head, t-shirt following with his help and uncover all that hot smooth skin calling to be touched. No hesitation at all. Fuelled by animal hunger, all thoughts of anything else momentarily drowned out by this unyielding need for him to complete me.

Whatever happened tonight, I don’t need to know. I just need to feel him all around me and know he’s safe. It makes me cling to him all the more in the realisation that something went down, and he might never have returned. I am just relieved he’s not one of the casualties, and his manner when he came in tells me that neither is Mico. He wouldn’t have been so calm had his cousin been hurt, or worse.

My men are safe—both of them. I can thank God that he listened to me.

I bite his bottom lip as I latch onto him and gasp when both his hands grab my arse hard and pull me up against his groin aggressively, showing me how crazily turned on he is too, as his erect penis grinds through his trousers against me. It’s hotter than hell and I’m aching between my thighs with the knowledge that he wants this too.

The craving for sex with him is almost ripping me in two. Hands turn to claws, I rake down his pecs and abdomen, a surge of power as I feel him flinch and move under my scratching caress; A groan low in his throat which only pushes me to devour him all the more. He has always been a lover of rougher handling and I am only too willing to comply.

I’m in black knickers and a lace bra and moulded to him as he stands in just trousers and fast unbuttoning to set him free. Alexi dips and sucks my neck erotically, trailing nibbles and kisses, small bites, before tilting my head back to trace his tongue between my breasts and slides my straps off my shoulders smoothly. My inner thighs almost convulse with his touch, and I long to be free of my underwear and have him all over me and inside of me immediately.

This isn’t sweet, soft, romantic passion between two people. This is primal need because one of us believes they would never see the other again, and the other is an aggressive hot Italian who knows how to feed a need when faced with unbridled passion. Alexi is at his best when he is untamed and let loose a little, and I am a girl who likes his special brand of amour.