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 time in 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.

"I let my pride and my anger blind

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

slipped from his eyes. "You hurt me, Alexander," she said in a

breaking. "And I will spend the rest of my life making it up

her love and longing into that kiss. Alexander replied in equal measure, pressing her closer until

as she let her hand slide lower, sliding down

his smell, his hitched breath upon every one of her touches. She doubted

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

hard, throbbing cock, waiting for

breaking away from hers to

skin, the longing clear in

dick, firm yet teasing as she began stroking him. Her movements were slow but perfect. Just like he had

instant. It was a guttural moan that sent a surge of heat coursing through her body. His hands clamped tighter

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