Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring (Emma and Alexander) novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172 

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She slid her hands up his chest to the back of his neck, entanglin her fingers in his hair as she urged him closer, pressing deeper. 

Her lips moved with equal fervor against his while and her tongue met his in a passionate dance. 

The guttural low moan rumbling from his lips, vibrated against her mouth and sent waves of heat coursing through her. The sound weakened her knees and a strange uncontrollably need coursed through her body. 

She could feel her wetness pooling between her thighs, and her body betrayed how desperately she needed him. 

“Alexander,” his name escaped from lips in a trembling tone files with longing. 

He didn’t reply with words. Instead, he guided her backward with slow, deliberate steps until the back of her legs hit the couch. 

With a soft firm push, she found herself on the cushions, and he laid on her. 

His lips moved down from her lips, down her jaw found her neck. 

Her back arched of its own accord as his hand slid up her side, slipping beneath her blouse to cup her breast. The warmth of his touch brought another shiver through her, and she couldn’t bite back the moan that escaped past her lips. 

“Emma,” he muttered, his voice thick with longing. 

The way he called her name sent her heart racing, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. 

Every touch, every kiss felt like a spark igniting something deep inside her. 

But when his hands moved to the hem of her T–shirt, tugging it upwards, a thread of doubt crossed her mind. What if Brianna, Vivian, or the kids came in? The thought made her pull back slightly, placing her hands on his chest to stop him. 

“Alexander,” she whispered, her tone filled with both longing and concerned. “What if somebody comes back? 

He pulled back far enough to look into her eyes, his gaze piercing, his hunger for her a mirror of her own for him. His hand lifted to frame her cheek, his thumb stroking gently along her skin. 

“No one is coming back,” he whispered, shaking with desire. “At least not now. And I can’t wait longer, Emma. I need you.” 

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and the last thread of her resistance snapped. She nodded curtly, yielding to what he wanted, and he needed no more encouragement. 

Alexander’s breath hitched as he took in the sight before him. Emma lay beneath him, her skin glowing like smooth caramel under the soft light of the room; her chest rising and falling, in rhythm with expectations, and her big eyes were searching for what was to next. 

His heartbeat thundered inside his chest, the weight of the moment on him, like a tidal wave. 

This was the first time he was truly seeing her body, her gentle curves, the soft lines, the way her skin seemed to shimmer as if lit from within. 

He could not even tell how much she meant to him in words. She was all he wanted. She had stood by him even when he didn’t deserve it. She has quietly endured his coldness and neglect, gave him not just one but two beautiful children, and 

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never asked for anything in return. 

His cock pulsed with urgency, hard as steel, begging for release. Net, he made himself, 

every whispered word, that she was the one who meant the world to him. That she wasn’t just some fleeting moment of passion, but the love of his life. 

She comes first, and he had to show her, to prove to her with every touch, every kiss 50 slow. It wasn’t about his need alone. 

He leaned down, his lips soft against hers before tracing down to her neck. His tongue glided along her collarbone. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs light against her hardened nipples. She gasped at the touch, arcing off the couch as she pressed herself closer to him. 

“You’re so beautiful, Emma,” he whispered against her skin, his voice husky with emotion. “I don’t know how I missed this. How I missed you.” 

Her breath caught as her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer. His words sent fire down her spine; her body responded to him in ways she could not control. Every touch, every kiss seemed to light a spark deep inside, something she had thought long extinguished. 

Alexander’s lips continued lower, pressing kisses along her stomach as his hands caressed her boobs, and then, his gaze finally stopped and lingered a moment longer on her scar, his finger tracing the delicate line as if committing it to memory.