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.

my pride and my anger blind me. I hated my father for forcing me to marry

found hers again, softer this time, filled with an unspoken promise. His hands roamed her body, reverent and worshipful, as if he

thumbs brushing away the tears that had slipped from his eyes. "You hurt me, Alexander," she said in a small, quavering voice.

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

putting all her love and longing into that kiss. Alexander replied in equal measure,

raced in her chest as she let her hand slide lower, sliding down his

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

her hand further past his waistband until finally her

cock, waiting for her

away from hers to trail hot

he breathed against her skin, the longing clear in his

as she began stroking him. Her movements were slow but

that sent a surge of heat coursing through her body. His hands clamped tighter on her hips, his

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