Alex was right. The moon shone in all its splendour. Mists of little clouds surrounded the silver orb, giving it an ethereal look. Stars sparkled like lights from heaven dotting the dark sky. The air felt clean. Rosalie took a deep breath and closed her eyes, enjoying the scenery that had unfolded. She had been into these forests numerous times but never felt such a sense of peace and wonder as she did in that moment.
Alex's sudden words were the first to break the silence that had fallen between them. "I like it when you're this relaxed," he said.
There he was, standing right in front of her. They had been walking for a long time and were now in the heart of the forest, a secluded world apart from the commotion of the grand hall. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth; a symphony of night creatures broke the silence.
He took a deliberate step closer, his presence overwhelming. She involuntarily stepped back, her shoulder brushing against the rough bark of a towering cherry tree. His hands shot out, one on either side of her, effectively trapping her against the tree. There was no escape, not that she had any intention of running.
His jacket was long gone, revealing a crisp shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms. Her eyes traced the lines of his powerful biceps before moving up to meet his gaze. His eyes were blue grey like a night sky, a stormy mix of emotions that made her heart race. The moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a silvery glow over them, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what would happen next.
"What are you doing?" She asked curiously, slowly realising his intention.
He followed the contours of her jaw with his left hand. He murmured, "Looking at you."
"Why?"
"Because you're beautiful," he replied softly, his gaze never leaving hers. "You're more beautiful than the moon itself."
"You are just flattering me."
"I'm not," he insisted, his thumb gently tracing her lips. "I mean every word." She felt her cheeks flush as she looked into his eyes, feeling a warmth spread through her chest.
She licked her lips nervously. He let out a grunt.
He murmured, "You are such a little tease, Rosalie," as his thumb slipped down into her mouth.
He bridged the distance between them by saying, "I've been thinking about you ever since we first met at the coronation."
She was aware of the warm breath that was blowing on her neck. He took out the thumb.
"That long?" She questioned me with astonishment.
He gently caught the back of her neck, his mischievous finger trailing up the side of her cheek as he said, "Yes, my little vixen, you have taken my breath away." As his hands caressed her skin, she could not help but let out a satisfied sigh of pleasure.
She spoke to Alex huskily and added, "Are you trying to seduce me, Alpha Greyson?"
He chuckled," perhaps."
With a smirk, he leant in closer to her, his warm breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "May I ?" The tension between them grew palpable as their eyes locked in a silent battle of desire.
His hands reached out to lightly caress her face before taking her glorious red hair and twisting it loosely to bring it over her right shoulder. He stepped in close, blocking her.
"Rosalie " he whispered in a voice laden with lust as his head dipped. She could feel his hot breath spilling down her neck as his grazing lips lightly touched her ears. He started placing a small kiss on her ear, then her neck, slowly reaching the pulse beating near her shoulders.
Her breathing was growing harsh. When he lifted his head to gaze down at her, she too looked up at him. She wanted him. She should not. But, dear Lord, he made her ache. She wanted to touch him, glide her nails over the firm flesh of his chest, and then dig her nails in. She wanted to run her tongue over the smooth skin and sink her teeth into him.
Rosalie had hardly timed to draw in a breath when Alex bent his head and covered her mouth with his own. She closed her eyes, savouring the moment before their lips finally met in a soft, lingering kiss.
She knew she should've stopped him, but she didn't want to. Her arms curled around his neck, and she parted her lips, allowing his tongue to explore. The kiss wasn't overpowering or rough, but rather soothing and sweet. When his tongue touched her lips, they opened, enabling him to deepen the kiss.
Slowly, he thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, sensuously rubbing it against hers until she was responding in kind. His hands slid down her neck, one stopping at her nape to thread his fingers into her hair; the other travelled slowly down, pausing at her breasts and tweaking them over her gown to keep them firm and achingly aware of him.
His kiss continued until she moaned and pressed into him. Wanting to draw her out, he relented his actions slightly to see if she would continue and seek him out. When one of her hands slowly drew up his body to clasp his shoulder, pulling herself closer, he moaned. She had access to his mouth and thrust her tongue into it, stroking his tongue as he had hers. She found his taste to be arousing and hungrily sought more of it, flicking her tongue over his teeth, pulling his bottom lip into her mouth and sucking it.
His touch caused electricity to shoot from her nipple to her core. The ache that had been slowly building was now thrumming painfully through her core. Her lower lips felt swollen and achy. When she clenched her inner muscles to relieve it, she could feel the slick walls sliding against each other. She momentarily panicked when she realized she was excessively wet.
"Since the first time I laid eyes on you, Rosalie, my dear, I have desired this. Never in my life have I witnessed such beauty, such fire." He said this as he bent over once again to give her a passionate kiss, his hands gently caressing her back as he pulled her supple body closer to him.
She let her body slowly move back and forth against his perfect body. She did not intend to do so, but her body tried to relieve itself by rubbing her crotch against him. Alex gave in to the need by hiking her left leg up to wrap it around his hip. He leant into her and grounded in her. She quickly tried to get out of the hot, sexy position she was in. But Alex wouldn't have it. He grabbed her behind with both hands and held her tight. He kept kissing her in the mouth while stroking his rough body against her.
She pulled her mouth away from his and started breathing more slowly. She felt a wave lift her whole body, and she tore her mouth off of his. He stepped back and looked at her with an amused smile.
Rosalie buried her face in the side of his neck, breathing raggedly. "Please, Alex. I know I shouldn't, but I've never experienced feelings like this before. Everything from the way you look at me to the way you touch me..."
It took Alex a moment to speak, composing his strength. "Tell me, Rose, tell me what you want."
"I have no idea. I feel hot and dizzy."
He reached out a hand to stroke her brow and trail the finger down her jaw. "And my touch felt good when I kissed you."
"Yes, it felt good. Please kiss me again."
"Yes." His lips were just grazing her face—not really kisses, more like caresses. "As you say, my dear, But first, let me make you more comfortable."
Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her towards the grassy forest floor, laying her down gently under the shade of a large oak tree.