Chapter 230 New angle
The sheets were cool against Alana’s back when Stephan finally laid her down, but he never left her body.
He stayed buried as he settled over her, elbows braced on either side of her head.
The new angle made her eyes flutter.
“Mmmm.” She whimpered.
The man didn’t shake his teasing streak when they got in bed. He used every trick he knew to coax a response from her. Long, slow strokes that almost left her empty, then a deep slide home that made her gasp.
He would hold still at the deepest point, rolling his hips in tiny circles until her breath hitched and soft, involuntary sounds spilled out before starting the deliberate rhythm again.
Alana’s cheeks were already flushed a deep crimson. She looked both delicate and alluring like that...wet hair spread across the pillow, lips parted, eyes half-lidded.
Every time he changed the angle or the pace she made those sexy noises he had come to love so much. When he leaned down and bit gently at the lobe of her ear, her whole body shivered.
“Call me ‘husband,’” he murmured, voice dark and warm, “and I’ll make you feel even better...”
The request made the flush on her face deepen. She turned her head slightly, as if the words were too much, but her hips lifted to meet the next thrust. A soft, shaky “Ahh...” was the only sound she gave him.
Stephan kept the teasing pace, denying her the harder rhythm her body clearly wanted. He dragged almost all the way out, then sank back in with controlled power, watching her face the entire time.
“Good girl,” he coaxed, voice playful and low. “C’mon call me ‘husband,’ and I’ll fill up your beautiful pussy, you want that so bad...I can feel it...”
Alana’s cheeks burned bright red. The dirty talk made her squeeze her eyes shut for a moment.
Unable to stand it any longer, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his in a desperate, silencing kiss.
Stephan chuckled softly against her mouth. The little white rabbit was getting better and better at this...she knew exactly what worked best to quiet him, at least for a moment.
But only for a moment.
He broke the kiss just enough to speak against her lips, still moving inside her with that same deliberate, maddening rhythm.
“Say it, baby.”
Her breath trembled. The pressure building low in her belly was too strong to ignore. Soft, broken sounds kept escaping between kisses...”Mmm... ahh... nnh...”
until finally the words slipped out, quiet and shaky.
“It feels...it feels so good...”
The admission alone made his eyes darken. He rewarded her with a deeper thrust that dragged a longer moan from her throat.
“Ohhh... ahh...Stephan...”
Still he waited, patient and relentless, rocking into her with focused precision.
“Husband...” She whispered at last, the word almost lost against his mouth.
The effect was immediate. Stephan’s control frayed. He drove into her harder, deeper, the steady rhythm turning urgent. One hand slid beneath her hips, tilting her so every thrust hit with devastating accuracy.
Alana’s moans rose higher.
“Ahh...ahh...ohhh... mmmnh... ahh!” She clung to him, legs locked around his waist, meeting every powerful movement. Soft cries spilled freely now...
“Yes... ahh... ohh... husband... ahh!”
The earlier hesitation melting under the force of sensation. The bed creaked softly beneath them. Sweat and residual water mixed on their skin.
He fucked her with focused intensity, chasing the second climax for both of them. Alana’s sounds grew sweeter and more broken with every deep stroke. A long, trembling rose from her throat as the tension coiled tight again.
When she came the second time, it was stronger than the first. Her body arched hard beneath him, inner muscles pulsing in tight, rhythmic waves.
“Ahh...ahh...ahh... ohhh!”
The rhythmic clench milked him ruthlessly. Stephan followed her over the edge with a low, guttural sound, burying himself as deep as he could go and spilling into her in long, hot pulses.
They stayed locked together through every aftershock, foreheads pressed, breathing shared and uneven.
Even after the intensity eased he didn’t rush to pull away, he kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, the corner of her mouth, gentling her down with the same careful attention he had used to build her up.
Alana’s arms remained loosely around his neck. The deep flush on her cheeks had not yet faded. Soft, contented little sounds still left her lips whenever he shifted inside her.
Stephan brushed damp hair from her forehead and smiled, voice low and warm.
“Are you okay?”
This time, she answered without hesitation, though the soft, embarrassed curve of her mouth gave her away.
“Yes.” Alana breathed.
She was so exhausted she fell asleep soon after.
Stephan was still wide awake.
He carried her to the shower, then back to the bed, where he laid her down.
He lay down beside her, pulled her into his arms, and quietly gazed at her sleeping face. A ringtone suddenly cut through the silence.
It was his phone ringing.
Afraid of disturbing his girl’s rest, Stephan quickly let go of her, got out of bed, and went to the balcony to answer the call.
“What’s up?” His voice still carried a hoarseness from their recent encounter, making it particularly sexy and alluring.
Vance’s face flushed crimson. Had he picked the wrong time and interrupted the CEO’s private moment?!
However, judging by the CEO’s tone, he didn’t seem angry.
He cleared his throat and got down to business. “Um...President, I’ve found the person you asked me to look into. Cole Parker, he’s from the Moore family, the son of the current head of the family, Elliot Moore.”
The Moore family were averagely rich. Not really impressive compared to the Hudson family, their influence was by no means insignificant.
Stephan frowned. “If he’s Elliot Moore’s son, why does he have the surname Parker?”
Vance replied, “His mother’s surname is Parker, so he took his mother’s surname.”
“Is any of his parents from Kete?”
Vance replied, “Yes, his mother.”
Stephan sneered. So she’s from the same place as Alana, no wonder he knows so much about her.
As for what Cole had said, what exactly did he know about Alana?
Now that he thought about it, he really didn’t know much about her family and her early life.
The girl kept her cards close to her chest; there were many things he simply couldn’t know.
But if he really wanted to find out, all it would take was a phone call to send someone to investigate.
But... he didn’t want to.
What he wanted was for Alana to one day, without holding anything back, take the initiative to open up to him about everything.
Not just a few cold, impersonal pieces of paper he’d get from sending someone to
investigate!
He was waiting...waiting for the day she would truly be willing to tell him everything...
As for Cole’s blatant provocation tonight, talking about fair competition and trying to poach his girlfriend.
There weren’t any doors or windows for that stupid Cole to enter...there wasn’t even the slightest opening!