Aligned: Volume 2 (11 page)

I dip my head to taste the soft mounds of flesh. I grab one nipple with my teeth pulling them, sucking them into harder points.
 

“Oh fuck,” Alex moans enjoying the delicious mix of pleasure and pain. When I stop long enough for her to think again, she claws at my shirt to pull it off. I feel every nail as she runs her hands down my back leaving claw marks while she runs sweet soft kisses down my chest.
 

“Fuck, Alex,” I moan as she encourages the monster further out of its cave. He hasn’t been out for a long time. Even Caroline has her limits and restrictions on how far the monster can go. But I don’t think Alex is going to have any limits.
 

“Hold on,” I say as I pull her from the door. I open it, stepping through as she continues her kisses over my body. I walk until I find my dark bed covered in black like the darkness around my heart. I throw her onto the bed, not careful how she lands.
 

She lands in a twist of arms and legs sprawled out on the bed. Her bra still pushed high on her chest revealing her bare breasts. I need more of her bare. I pull on her shorts as she twists and squirms in the bed until I pull her shorts and underwear off in one swoop. I pause just staring at her unique body. A body filled with tattoos and scars. I can’t wait to suck her dry as I feel her between my teeth.
 

Her eyes watch me as I take in every beautiful ounce of her body. She squirms as I see her ache growing whenever my eyes find a new part of her body they haven’t seen before. She’s been naked in front of me but never like this. Alex is splayed out on my bed so I can see every sexy inch of her. My bed that no other woman has ever been in. My eyes drift to her leg covered in metal and plastic. Her eyes drift with me and her cheeks flush a nice pink as I look at her leg. She reaches for the covers to hide her beautiful leg from me. I grab her hand instead holding it tight so she can’t move beneath me.
 

I see a tinge of fear flutter beneath her eyes. Shit! I need her focused back on me.
 

“Beautiful,” I say as I suck on her wrist that’s trapped in my hand. She moans letting the fear go. I kiss down her body in a tender moment.
 

I reach her prosthetic leg. “May I?” I ask as I hold her prosthesis in my hands. She nods bashfully. I begin taking the prosthesis off just as I have seen Alex do before. I keep my eyes glued to hers so she can see the desire fill my eyes as I take it off.
 
I see a bit of surprise as I take it off. To me it’s just like taking off another piece of clothing. The last piece of clothing before she will be completing naked and completely at my mercy. I place the prosthesis on the floor carefully, and then she’s fully naked and I can’t keep the monster at bay any longer. The look in her eyes says she doesn’t want me to either.
 

In one movement, I pull my pants and briefs off before attacking her with my body. I grab her hair pulling hard so her lips meet mine. She groans into my mouth at my attack as she grabs my ass pulling me to her. I grind against her body letting her feel the full length of me slick against the wetness between her legs.
 

I flip us over so I’m beneath her as I grab her hips and pull her to my face. I need to taste her pussy. She wiggles on top of me as I pull her wet lips into my mouth. Alex tries to pull away from me as I take her clit into my mouth tugging hard.
 

“Fuck, Landon,” she groans as her legs push away from me. “It’s too much.” She moans again as I let my tongue lap faster over her clit. I taste her sweet wetness as it pours out of her with each lap of my tongue against her sweet flesh. I slap her ass hard.
 

“Don’t move.” I press my tongue into her, giving her clit a break from its torture, but this just makes her writhe harder on top of me. Her hands find my hair trying to move my head back to her clit where she wants it so she can come in sweet ecstasy, but I’m not ready for her to come just yet. I grab her hands from my head and place them on the headboard behind us before coming back to torturing her body. She moans and lets her hands drop back to my body. I grab her hands again roughly putting them back to the headboard.
 

“Don’t move your hands again. If you do, I’ll stop and you won’t come.”
 

She reluctantly puts her hands back on the black headboard, her eyes full of desire and need. I move my tongue back to her clit as her reward for listening to me. I grab her nipple twisting hard as she rides my mouth.
 

“Fuck,” she moans again. I watch as she builds closer and closer as I move my tongue faster and faster against her. I bite down, and she goes wild above me seconds away from letting her orgasm overtake her, but she lets go of the headboard, so I stop and release her clit from my mouth.
 

“Fuck you, Landon,” she says as she’s left frustrated again.
 

“Hands on the headboard,” I say more sternly. She grabs the headboard hard, making it shake. I take her back into my mouth licking and sucking until she’s seconds away again. This time, I plunge my fingers into her tight cunt as I bite her clit and I watch as she explodes around my fingers.
 

“Landon,” she screams, her face displaying the full beauty of her orgasm.
 

I grab her hips again throwing her across the bed to her back as if she weighs nothing. I smirk when she gives me a dirty look for throwing her across the bed. I move on top of her body, to fuck her properly as I want when she slaps me hard across the cheek.
 

I growl as I look back at her. I want to tie her up so she can’t slap or claw me again, but I don’t have anything within reach, and I don’t think I can wait any longer to be inside her. I grab her wrists holding them together with one hand as I drag her up the bed. I reach into the top drawer of the nightstand to find a condom. I rip it open and roll in on with one hand as she stares at my large cock with her big emerald eyes. I see the fear creeping back into her eyes. I take her sensitive nipples in my mouth, and within seconds of nibbling and sucking, she’s mine again.
 

I move myself to her entrance ready to plunge inside with a mix of pleasure and pain, but I stop suddenly. This is the first time for her. Our first time together will not be about the pain. I rest myself at her entrance looking at her pleading eyes as I still have her arms locked high above her head.
 

“This will be all pleasure. This will not be about pain.” She nods her head as she groans as she feels me pushing at her entrance, her body aching for me to fill her. But I keep my promise about this not being painful for her. My eyes never leave hers as I push myself inside her farther and farther until I completely fill her.
 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I moan as I move my lips to hers. I shift inside her and watch her wince, so I slow, enjoying just being inside her. When she relaxes again, she has a wicked gleam in her eyes.
 

“Fuck me,” she says. I release her hands letting them crawl all over my body again as I move inside her. She moans with each thrust, with each movement as we both climb higher. God, she feels amazing as she wraps her leg around my body. I move my hand to her sensitive bud, and she almost explodes at the simple touch.
 

We each grow closer as I move faster, more brutally against her body. I move my lips to hers and kiss her softly there as my body moves hard against her pussy — bruising her, marking her, making her mine.
 

“You’re mine,” I growl against her lips.
 

“Yours,” she groans back.
 

I pull her lip into my mouth and suck hard. I hold onto it with my teeth as I say, “Come for me.” I thrust and squeeze her sensitive bud as I bite down hard on her lip. We both come, full of screams and moans of pleasure, pain, and feeling alive. I pull out and release her lip from mine. I gently suck on the blood forming on her lips. She reaches her hand to touch the sensitive spot on her lip.
 

“You marked me,” she says smiling.
 

I smile back collapsing on the bed next to her. “You’re mine now.”
 

“I love you,” she says in almost a whisper as she drifts off to sleep. I smile. Most people wouldn’t think of what we just did as love, but it was the greatest expression of love we could give each other.
 

I pull her body to me needing to feel her against me. I kiss her hair as I say, “I love you too … forever.”
 

“Keep breathing,” someone says in a whisper. But I don’t want to. It hurts to breathe.
 

I wake up to the morning light shining brightly in Landon’s bedroom. He has his arm draped over me, and he snores softly beside me. I can’t believe I slept all night without a nightmare waking me. All I dreamed of was Landon. Last night was amazing. Easily the best night of my life. Or the best night I can remember. I take the time to examine Landon’s room since I didn’t have time to last night. The large bed we are sleeping on is a dark shade of black. Likely matching who he feels he is. A dark monster. That’s not who I see, though. He’s my light bringing me back from the hopelessness I felt before. With him, there is a possibility of a future, of meaning again. The rest of the large room is simple. A black nightstand sits next to the bed and another black dresser sits in the far corner. The amazing ocean view that woke me from my sleep is from the windows that surround us. They slant and curve not only covering two of the walls but also part of the ceiling. I’ve never seen anything like it. I could get used to waking like this every morning – an amazing view of the ocean and naked Landon.
 

One night. The words creep over me. One night. That was all Landon initially wanted when he met me. Caroline said that’s all I would get. I sit up quickly as the uneasiness washes over me not caring if I wake Landon up. I climb out of bed searching for something to wear. I hop over to find his t-shirt. I throw it on my body and find my shorts. I slip them on as well. I hop around the bed looking for my prosthesis. Needing it on in case I need to make a quick getaway. He said ‘I love you’ last night. He did amazing, incredible things to my body. I don’t know how I’ll get over it if it was just one night and he said those words to me to get me into bed and nothing more. I find my prosthetic leg and start putting it on when I hear him.
 

“Good morning, gorgeous.”
 

I smile. I can’t help it. “Good morning, Landon.” He notices me pulling my prosthetic leg on and frowns.
 

“Come back to bed.”
 

“Um … no, I need to get this on.”
 

Landon stands up, walks toward me, and throws me over his shoulder to carry me back to bed. I kick and scream the whole time trying to get him to put me down.
 

“You aren’t running out on me. We just had an amazing night, and you aren’t ruining it with your insecurities.”
 

I huff as he throws me back on the bed. He climbs on top of me forcing me to stay.
 

“Why are trying to run out?” he asks as he holds me down.
 

“I wasn’t. I was just prepared to get kicked out.”
 

His eyes grow wide. He looks as if I just slapped him and not in the sexy way he did after I slapped him last night. He looks seriously hurt. “Why would I kick you out?”
 

“Because this was just a one-night thing.”
 

He shakes his head incredulously. “Were you not listening to me yesterday? I want you. I want you in my bed every night. I want to fuck you and make love to you every night and every second I have a chance. I want to write more songs for you. I want to know everything about you. I want you to let me own you. Own your pleasure and pain.” He grabs my cheeks in his hands trying to make me believe him. “I love you, Alex. I love your crazy spirit and determination. I love your fearlessness and strength. I love that you love fast cars. I love your love for freaky, rough sex. I love how you look when you come. I love how I will probably have to fight and argue with you about everything our future holds because we are both scared about what that could mean, and we are both too scared to admit it. I love that we are two halves of a whole and that you had my heart before I even knew it was mine to give away. And I will keep telling you every fucking day until you realize that I love you.”
 

I grin up at him. A grin that reaches my eyes and overcomes my whole face. “That was some speech.”
 

He grins back. “Yeah, what do you think about it?”
 

“I love you too, Landon Davis.” I kiss him softly on the lips, but the softness quickly turns to desire and roughness. I feel his cock grow hard beneath me, and I know that our time for talking is over despite the fact we haven’t really resolved anything other than we love each other. He pulls my sore lip into his mouth licking it gently, his eyes turning wicked.
 

“How do you feel about being tied up?” He stares at me trying to look innocent as he asks me.
 

I smile wider. I didn’t realize until last night how much I enjoy the boundaries of pleasure and pain. The pain makes me feel the pleasure more. It makes me want to be with Landon more. The thought of being tied up just amps up my excitement and desire even more.
 

“Tie me up,” I pant in his ear as just the thought has gotten me much too excited. He smirks at me as if I don’t know what I’ve just agreed to. He gets off me and walks through a door I assume is a closet. When he comes back, he has a rope in his hands.

I frown looking at him and then remember the condoms in the drawer. “I thought you didn’t bring women up here.”
 

He stops. “I don’t. I just keep the stuff here and bring it with me when I need it.” I accept his answer because after last night, I completely trust him. With my body and even my heart. He walks over to me and pulls me to him.