Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring (Emma and Alexander) novel Chapter 160

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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. 

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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. 

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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. 

But Alexander just couldn’t hold his silence anymore. He needed her to know, to understand. “For years, I’ve been a fool,” he said, hands framing her face. “I let my pride and my anger blind me. I hated my father for forcing me to marry you. I took that hatred out on you when you didn’t deserve it. Emma, I wasted so much time. I wasted so much of us.” 

Tears began filling Emma’s eyes as she listened to the sincerity 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 truly mattered 

Emma’s hands cupped his face, her thumbs brushing away the tears that had slipped from his eyes. “You hurt me, Alexander,” she said in a small, quavering voice. “You hurt me more than I thought possible.” 

“I know.” he whispered, his voice breaking. “And I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you’ll let me.” 

Emma said nothing. She leaned forward and kissed him, putting all her love and longing into that kiss. Alexander replied in equal measure, pressing her closer until no space was left in between them. 

Her heart raced in her chest as she let her hand slide lower, sliding down his six–pack 

They were out in the open, but she did 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 minute without him inside her. 

Her fingers 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 from her lips as her fingers wrapped 

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around his hard, throbbing cock, waiting for her touch. 

Alexander groaned deep at the contact, his lips breaking away from hers to trail hot kisses down her neck. 

“Emma,” he breathed against her skin, the longing clear in his voice. 

She wrapped her hand around his dick, firm yet teasing as she began stroking him. Her movements were slow but perfect. Just like he had imagined it to be. 

Alexander’s response was instant. It was a guttural moan that sent a surge of heat coursing through her body. His hands clamped tighter on her hips, his control slipping away with each stroke of her hand.