~Alistair's POV~
Alex didn't need further invitation. His hands clamped onto my waist like iron manacles, his fingers digging into my skin as he began to thrust upward to meet my descent. Each time I slammed down, he bucked his hips with a sharp, aggressive force that hit my most sensitive spot with pinpoint accuracy.
The rhythm became a blur of heat and sound, the wet slap of our skin, the frantic hitching of our breath, and the low, guttural growls vibrating in Alex's throat. I picked up the pace, my movements becoming wild and uncoordinated as the pleasure began to overwhelm my senses.
I moved on him with growing urgency, my hair damp with sweat, my head falling back as sensation overtook my thoughts. Each motion became more desperate than the last, my focus narrowing to the rising pleasure that refused to let me slow down.
