The house was quiet again after her mother's departure too quiet, almost charged.
Eliora stepped out of the bathroom slowly, deliberately, as if she were stepping into a moment she had already dreamed of. She wore black lingerie, simple but devastating silk hugging her curves, lace tracing the soft lines of her body. The fabric clung to her like a secret meant only for him.
Alexander looked up.
And forgot how to breathe.
The world narrowed to her.
The way the black fabric contrasted against her skin.
The way her hair fell loose around her shoulders.
The way her eyes held something daring, something vulnerable, something that belonged only to him.
His jaw tightened, desire flashing openly across his face.
"Eliora…" His voice dropped, rough and unrestrained. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."
She smiled faintly, stepping closer. "I do."
He stood slowly, every movement controlled, as though he were holding himself back by sheer will. His gaze moved over her, unashamed, hungry.
"I'm yearning for you," he said quietly. "To feel you close. To lose myself in you. Tonight…" He stepped into her space. "You're completely mine."
Her breath caught not from fear, but from how deeply his words reached her.
She whispered, barely audible, "I couldn't stop thinking about you… even in my dreams. Everything we shared followed me into my sleep."
Alexander exhaled sharply, his forehead resting briefly against hers.
"You have no idea how hard it is to focus," he murmured. "When all I can think about is you. Your touch. Your warmth. The way you make me unravel."
Her fingers brushed his chest, slow and tentative. "Just imagining your hands on me makes me shiver."
His restraint snapped just enough.
"I want to feel you," he said, voice low and honest. "Taste every second of you. Touch you until the world disappears."
Her lips parted as she leaned closer, her voice trembling with truth. "I need you to make me forget everything else."
For a moment, they stayed like that breath mingling, hearts racing, desire thick and unspoken between them.
Not rushed.
Not taken.
Just claimed slowly, deeply, and completely.
Then they began with a little activity
Alex leaned closer onto Eliora and dragged her closer he began to give her neck kisses he didn't stop there he moved and gave her deep kisses delving his tongue deeper and sucking each other so hard
He held her boobs so hard with his both hands and put them into his
Eliora let out a little moan
Alex knew she was enjoying it because her whole body was vibrating
She said :
I'm yearning to be your cowgirl, riding you into ecstasy You're at my mercy tonight. I'll decide when and how you receive pleasure. I'll decide when and how you receive pleasure.I'm so wet, imagining it's your fingers playing with me…
And he said
Say please daddy I want ur fingers inside my pussy
And she said it.
Alex didn't waste anymore time he move down her thighs and begin to suck so her bad that she Keep on shivering
He said can you handle my big cock are you sure you can take it?
All she could say was uhmmmm😩and then she said please don't waste anymore time but Alex kept on using his tongue to play with pussy and put in his fingers withdrawing it gradually and putting it back slowly
Alex had asked her if she could give a handjob buh Eliora wasn't sure if she could but he told her that he was going to teach he put some lubricant on his cock and place her hand on it moving it slowly and controlling her pace and after how many minutes of doing it he had cum
Eliora was a bit shy so she run to the bathroom.
Things had settled down between them.
The room was still breathing with them.
The air felt warm, saturated with shared closeness quiet laughter fading into silence, heartbeats slowly finding their rhythm again. Eliora lay against Alexander's chest, her head resting just beneath his collarbone, listening to the steady rise and fall of him as though it were the safest sound in the world.
She traced slow, absent circles against his skin, unwilling to let the moment slip away.
For the first time that day, she felt calm.
Then his phone vibrated.
Once.
Twice.
Alexander stiffened almost imperceptibly.
Eliora felt it immediately.
"Don't," she whispered softly, not even opening her eyes. "Just… don't."
He didn't move at first. The phone buzzed again, more insistent now sharp against the quiet they had built so carefully.
He exhaled, a slow, frustrated breath. "It's work."
Her hand paused.
She lifted her head, searching his face. The softness she had just been wrapped in was already fading, replaced by something heavier responsibility, urgency, the weight of a world that never seemed to let him stay.
"Do you have to answer?" she asked quietly.
He hesitated and that hesitation hurt more than an immediate yes.
"I wouldn't if it wasn't urgent," he said at last, reaching for the phone. His jaw tightened the moment he saw the caller ID.
He answered, turning slightly away.
"Yes."
"…I said tonight was off-limits."
"…No. It can't wait?"
Eliora sat up slowly, pulling the sheet closer around herself, suddenly aware of how exposed she felt not just physically, but emotionally. She watched him pace the room, his voice low, controlled, slipping back into the man who commanded rooms and made decisions that shifted lives.
The call ended too quickly.
Alexander stood still for a moment, phone still in his hand, before turning back to her.
"I have to go," he said quietly.
The words landed like a crack through glass.
"Oh," she breathed. That was all she could manage.
He crossed the room in two strides and knelt in front of her, taking her hands gently but firmly, as if afraid she might disappear if he let go.
"I don't want to leave you like this," he said, voice rough with frustration. "If it were up to me, I'd stay until morning… until you forgot everything else."
She tried to smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "You always say that."
"And I mean it every time," he replied instantly. "But this isn't a choice."
She nodded, though her chest felt tight. "It never is, is it?"
That stung him.
He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. "Don't make this something it isn't. I'm not walking away from you.
"But you are leaving," she whispered.
Silence stretched between them.
Finally, he brushed his thumb across her cheek, catching a tear she hadn't realized had fallen. "I'll come back as soon as I can. I promise."
She closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his touch linger for one last second before pulling back slightly.
"Go," she said softly. "Before I ask you to stay."
Alexander stood slowly, grabbing his jacket, glancing back at her again and again as if committing the image to memory her wrapped in sheets, hair loose, eyes shining with unshed emotion.
At the door, he paused.
"I love you," he said quietly. "Even when my world pulls me away."
The door closed behind him.
Eliora sat there long after the sound of his footsteps disappeared, the room suddenly too large, too empty. She hugged her knees to her chest, staring at the place where he had stood moments ago.
The warmth faded.
The silence stayed.
And for the first time that night, she felt truly alone.