CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT: PULL MY HAIR

Catherine’s POV

In his arms all my reservations dissolved, all except Sarah. The name Olivia had mentioned before she left. The name had been dancing in the corners of my mind and I was tempted to ask but in this moment, right here with him, my goddess wanted only one thing. To be thoroughly satisfied by Alexander Clifford.

“Get on with it then.” I murmured, my breath warm against his neck. My fingers traced the outline of his jaw, “Hurry Alexander, I am not wearing anything under.”

His eyes darken with arousal and immediately his lips take my mouth in a deep, consuming kiss, that dug almost all the air from my lungs. And it deepened, becoming more urgent, more desperate, as if I were a drug. His hands roamed over my body, pulling me closer, and I responded, losing myself in the sensation of his warmth, his hardness.

I flipped on my back, his knee driving my legs apart. He thrust into me, I moaned, soft and satisfying.

“I want to pull your hair, can I pull your hair Catherine.” H