The emotional weight of the morning quickly gave way to a different kind of heat.
Grateful and completely captivated by the man who had just given her a miracle, Lexi didn’t hesitate to pull Aleksander right back into bedroom.
Lexi didn’t just lead Aleksander into the room; she blurred, her vampire speed turning the world into a smear of color as she hauled him inside, the force of her grip bruising and desperate.
The moment the door slammed shut, they collided.
It wasn’t a kiss; it was a battle.
Their mouths crashed together, tongues fighting for dominance in a sloppy, wet war.
Saliva strung between their lips as they tore at each other, the sound of their wet friction filling the room.
Lexi groaned deep in her throat, her fingers digging into his scalp, pulling him closer as if she wanted to merge their skin.
Aleksander didn’t hold back.
His hands slid down her curves, finding the plush weight of her ass.
He cupped those round cheeks, kneading the soft flesh through the thin lace of her underwear, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.
Lexi let out a sharp, needy moan into his mouth, her hips bucking instinctively against his hardness.
With a guttural growl, Aleksander reached up and gripped the white button-down she had just put on.
Rrip!
The fabric gave way under his supernatural strength, buttons flying across the room as he tore the shirt open.
He didn’t stop there, ripping her bra away in one violent motion, exposing her heavy, tanned breasts to the cool air.
He dove in, his mouth latching onto one dark nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth and biting down hard.
“Fuck, Aleksander!” Lexi shrieked, her back arching.
She grabbed his head, shoving him deeper into her cleavage, her breasts cushioning his face as she craved more of his aggression.
Aleksander’s patience vanished.
He grabbed her by the waist and slammed her against the wall with a thunderous thud that shook the frame.
The impact didn’t hurt—it ignited her.
He hoisted her up, and Lexi instinctively wrapped one leg around his waist, her thighs gripping him tight.
He didn’t waste time with finesse.
He guided his thick, throbbing cock to her entrance and lunged forward, burying himself inside her in one powerful, singular thrust.
SLAP!
The sound of their pelvic bones colliding echoed through the room.
Lexi’s eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure.
He started slow, letting her feel every inch of his girth stretching her walls, before the rhythm shifted into something primal.
He began to hammer into her, the skin-on-skin slapping sound becoming a rapid-fire percussion.
The wall absorbed the force of their collision, allowing him to drive deeper and harder with every stroke.
“You’re so tight… fuck, Lexi, you’re squeezing me so hard!” Aleksander groaned, his voice a raw rasp.
Lexi responded by wrapping her second leg around his waist, locking him in.
She clung to him, her nails clawing into his shoulders as she screamed his name, the sound echoing off the walls.
Aleksander leaned in, capturing her lips in another bruising kiss, swallowing her screams and replacing them with the taste of their shared heat.
Hungry for a different angle, Aleksander spun her around.
He pressed her chest flat against the wall, her palms slapping against the surface for support.
He stepped back for a split second before driving back into her from behind, his chest flushing against her back.
The view was intoxicating.
Lexi’s wide, curvy ass cheeks were completely exposed, rippling and jiggling violently with every heavy, rhythmic thrust.
The sight of his skin contrasting against her tanned curves drove him into a frenzy.
“Look at you,” he hissed in her ear, his breath hot and ragged.
“Look how your ass shakes every time I hit you.”
As he hammered into her, Aleksander reached around her front, his large hand sliding between her thighs.
He found her clitoris, rubbing it with a brutal, focused intensity that sent Lexi into convulsions.
She was caught between the wall and his unrelenting body, her breasts swaying with the force of his movements.
“Yes! Right there! Don’t stop, fuck, harder!” Lexi wailed, her head tossing from side to side, her blonde hair whipping around her face.
Aleksander increased the pace, his thrusts becoming short, sharp, and devastatingly deep.
He was hitting her cervix with every plunge, the friction creating an electric heat that threatened to consume them both.
He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, anchoring her as he delivered a final, blistering barrage of thrusts that left them both shaking, drenched in sweat and saliva, completely lost in the animalistic heat of the moment.
The “thank you” was intensely passionate, a steamy blur of tangled limbs, heated kisses, and breathless sighs that left them both entirely exhausted.
Sometime later, Lexi lay naked on top of Aleksander.
Her blonde hair spilled over his chest, and her chin rested comfortably on his collarbone.
She traced lazy, absentminded circles over his stomach with her fingertip.
“I still don’t understand,” Lexi murmured, looking up at him with genuine curiosity.
“You just do things conventional witches can’t do. A resurrection with no catch? No price to pay? That’s impossible.”
Aleksander flashed that same lazy, confident smirk, his hand slowly stroking her bare back.
“Like I said. I’m special.”
Lexi rolled her eyes playfully, though a fond smile tugged at her lips.
She didn’t push him for more answers.
“I have to leave New York soon, by the way,” Aleksander told her, his tone shifting into something a little more serious.
“I’m heading to a town in Virginia called Mystic Falls. I need to check in on some distant family members.”
Lexi paused.
Her hand stopped moving across his chest, and a look of surprise crossed her face.
“Mystic Falls? I know that place. I actually know someone who used to live there.”
Aleksander raised an eyebrow.
“Is that right?”
“Stefan Salvatore,” Lexi explained, a nostalgic smile touching her lips.
“I met him there in 1864. He was a brand new vampire and totally clueless. He actually tried to feed on me in an alley because he couldn’t tell the difference between a vampire and a human.”
Her smile faded slightly, replaced by a more serious look.
“I found out pretty fast that Stefan was a Ripper. He couldn’t control his bloodlust at all, and he had completely shut off his humanity to deal with the guilt. I took it upon myself to save him. I spent years forcing him to feel again, and it eventually worked.”
Lexi sighed, resting her cheek against Aleksander’s chest.
“I had to do it all over again, too. Found him in 1922 when he relapsed, and spent over a decade getting him off human blood.” Her expression suddenly turned sour.
“His brother, Damon, on the other hand… is a real piece of work. Pure trouble.”
Lexi pushed herself up slightly, the sheet slipping down to pool around her waist.
She looked at Aleksander, her hazel eyes bright with decision.
“I’m coming with you,” Lexi announced.
“Stefan hasn’t actually gone back to Mystic Falls yet—he’s been avoiding his hometown for decades—but I haven’t seen the place since 1864. Plus, I’m not quite ready to let you go.”
Aleksander nodded easily, his hand resting warmly on her waist.
“You’re more than welcome to tag along. But keep your guard up when we get there.”
Lexi tilted her head.
“Why?”
“The town has a long history of supernatural hunting,” Aleksander explained, his voice calm but serious.
“The founding families passed down journals and weapons. Their actual knowledge about what we are is incredibly limited, but they still think they own the town.”
Lexi just let out a light, dismissive laugh.
She leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.
“I think between a Ripper’s best friend and the most ‘special’ witch in the world, we can handle a few clueless mortals.”
Aleksander shrugged, his hand sliding slowly up her bare spine to rest at the nape of her neck.
He tangled his fingers loosely in her blonde hair, though his dark eyes held a serious edge.
“Well,” Aleksander replied, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room.
“You might be shocked at how many vampires those clueless mortals have actually taken down. And they haven’t just stopped at vampires.”
Lexi’s smirk faltered just a bit.
As an older vampire, she knew humans could be dangerous in large, panicked numbers, but the calm certainty in Aleksander’s voice made Mystic Falls sound like a uniquely lethal trap.
“Is that right?” she murmured, resting her chin on his chest again, listening to the steady, unbothered rhythm of his heartbeat.
“They’re organized,” Aleksander explained, brushing his thumb gently over her shoulder.
“Ignorant about the bigger picture, sure. But dangerous if you underestimate them. They use vervain, wood, and fire, and they don’t ask questions before they strike. They’ve burned down entire covens and locked vampires in tombs.”
Lexi let out a soft breath, her hazel eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
The playful energy from a moment ago settled into sharp, predatory focus.
“Good thing I’m going with you, then,” Lexi whispered.
She shifted her weight, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss right over his heart.
“Sounds like you might need a bodyguard.”
Aleksander chuckled, the sound deep and warm beneath her.
His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
“Yeah,” he murmured, a lazy smile spreading across his face.
“I feel safer already.”