Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur)

Iris

Arthur pushes open the bedroom door with his foot, careful not to bump my head against the frame. The moonlight streams through the large windows as he lowers me gently onto the plush comforter of the bed.noveldrama

For a long moment, neither of us speaks. He hovers above me, both hands pressed firmly into the mattress on either side of my head. We just take each other in, studying each other in the moonlight; I drink in the square line of his jaw, the soft green irises staring at me, long lashes sweeping across high cheekbones. His tousled dark hair, for once not styled to perfection for

photographs.

It's like traveling back in time. Back to the days before he became Alpha President. Before my entire world was turned upside

down.

I can't believe we spent five years apart.

Especially can't believe that now, after all that heartbreak, we're here-in a place that once meant the world to us, in a cabin he bought for me, with our son sleeping in the other room.

In love.

When he finally kisses me, it's achingly tender at first-a soft press of his lips, a question rather than a demand. I answer by threading my fingers through his hair and pulling him closer, gently and slowly deepening the kiss until I can practically hear his

heartbeat in my throat.

Arthur's hand slides beneath the hem of my shirt, his palm warm against my skin as it travels up my side. I shiver at his touch,

arching into him instinctively.

Slowly and languidly, he begins to undress me, his fingers tracing each newly revealed inch of skin as if memorizing me all over again. When I'm completely bare before him, I reach for him, tugging at his shirt. "Your turn."

He obliges, pulling his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. The moonlight plays across the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen, highlighting each ridge and peak. I run my hand across the planes of his body, trailing my fingers across all of his most

sensitive spots.

My hand moves of its own accord, not tracing in any particular direction-just feeling him, exploring him all over again.

Just as my fingers begin to meander downward, down to that irresistible length of hard cock that's hidden beneath too many

layers of fabric, he leans down to capture my lips again and pulls my hands away as if forcing me to wait.

As I writhe beneath him, he grips my wrists, pinning them gently to the mattress. I buck my hips as he grinds his hips against me,

yearning to be free, to unbuckle his belt and feel his bare skin.

But he's traitorously slow. His tongue slips into my mouth, swirling, probing, then his mouth sucks my lower lip inward. His lips

move down to my jaw, my neck, my collarbone, and only then do his hands release my wrists and move to my breasts, thumbs

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circling my nipples. They then travel downwards, dipping gently into my waist, fingers pressing into the soft flesh around my

hips and ass.

Free once more, I fumble with the button of his jeans. He chuckles and helps me, shucking them off along with his boxers and

settling between my thighs, the hard length of him pressing against me in a way that makes me whimper desperately.

"Arthur," I breathe, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Please."

"Not yet," he says, trailing kisses down my neck. "I want to take my time with you tonight."

And he does. His mouth travels down my body, lavishing attention on every sensitive spot-the hollow of my throat, the curve of my breasts, the soft skin of my inner thighs. When his tongue finally finds its way between my legs, I cry out, my fingers tangling

in his hair.

His tongue slips into my opening, thrusting gently into the first inch of space. It lingers there, swirling, tasting, pushing against

my most sensitive spots.

Just when I think I can't take anymore, he slides two fingers inside of me while his tongue moves its relentless assault to my clit,

and I nearly shatter.

But just before I can come, he pulls away, fingers slipping out of me with a soft pop. He sits up on his knees and grins.

"You..." I whimper, writhing uncomfortably. I feel like I'm about to burst, like I've just reached the verge of nirvana only to have

it ripped away.

Before I've fully recovered, Arthur moves back up my body, positioning himself at my entrance. He pauses, his eyes meeting mine

in the moonlight.

"I love you, Iris," he says, his member teasing the soft folds and dips of my pussy. "I've never stopped loving you."

"I love you too," I whisper, although it comes out choked and strained as his cock gently slides up and down between the folds,

swollen head peaking at the top just enough to see it before it slips back down and swirls around my entrance.