If Only (GxG)

Chapter 20 Closer Pt2 (Explicit)

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Hi everyone, I know full-on smut isn't everyone's thing, so just a heads-up, this chapter is pretty much entirely smut. That's hopefully... sexy? idk...

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🎶 Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge🎶

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Alison's POV

Blake's lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile, a gleam of something dark and knowing flickering in her storm-gray eyes.

"Now, I need you to understand the weight of that word," she murmured, her voice a perfect blend of warmth and authority. "It's not just something you use if you're scared—it's for anything. If you feel overwhelmed, if something doesn't feel quite right, if you just need a moment to breathe. You never have to push through anything for my sake. Do you understand?"

Her words settled deep in my chest, threading through my bones, grounding me in the space between us.

I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from hers.

Blake's hand moved with deliberate tenderness, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear before tilting my chin up, ensuring she had my full attention.

"I need to hear you say it, darling."

My pulse pounded beneath my skin. "I understand," I whispered, my voice barely more than breath.

Blake's expression softened, something dangerously affectionate flickering behind her sharp eyes. It made my chest ache, the sheer intensity of it.

"Good girl," she murmured, the praise slipping from her lips like something sacred.

Then she pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead, as if sealing the moment between us.

Before I could fully catch my breath—

Her lips were on mine again.

And this time, she didn't hold back.

Blake deepened the kiss, her hands firm yet careful as she guided me backward.

At first, I barely registered the movement, too lost in the way she tasted—warm, intoxicating, like something I could drown in and never want to surface from.

She led me toward the bedroom, slow and deliberate, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting golden shadows over her face. My heart pounded, my body already thrumming with anticipation, as she walked me back step by step until the backs of my knees hit the mattress.

Her hands settled on my waist, fingers pressing just enough to make my breath stutter. She studied me, drinking me in like I was something to be savored.

"You have no idea how irresistible you are, do you?" she murmured, her voice like velvet and smoke.

A shiver ran through me. I shook my head, words failing me.

Blake chuckled, low and indulgent. "No, I suppose you don't."

Before I could reply, she kissed me again—slow and consuming, her hands mapping every curve of my body like she was memorizing me. She took her time, teasing, unraveling me piece by piece, until the only thing grounding me was her.

With a controlled ease that stole the breath from my lungs, she eased me down onto the bed, hovering above me, her weight a delicious pressure between my legs.

"You make the sweetest sounds," she murmured against my throat, nipping lightly before soothing the mark with her tongue.

Blake moved with purpose, her touch reverent, fingertips tracing over my hips, my thighs, like she was committing every inch of me to memory. I arched into her, desperate for more, but she was patient, methodical—taking me apart with agonizing precision.