Page 111 of Filthy Dirty Dom

Under Alex’s steady and prolonged gaze, Leslie felt a heat creep up her neck, flooding her cheeks with color. It was intense and intimate, as if he was seeing past her physical form, straight into her soul.

Suddenly, she felt the urge to cover herself, to protect herself from the raw intimacy of his gaze, but something held her back. His dark eyes that always seemed to know just how to unravel her held her captive. There was no room for escape, not that she really wanted it. She was a moth drawn to his flame, willing to risk getting burned.

"Leslie, you are so beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen," Alex said.

He brought his hands up to cup her face. His touch was gentle, loving, as he leaned in to capture her lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.

His hands roamed her body, tracing the contours with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes. Every touch, every whisper of his skin against hers made her feel just as beautiful as he’d said she was.

The world seemed to slow as his arms swept under her legs and back, lifting her. She automatically curled into him, her arms snaking around his neck.

The short journey to the stone tub felt like a dream, the room spinning around her as she clung to Alex. She was conscious of the subtle changes in his breathing, the way his muscles tightened and relaxed as he carried her. It was a moment of surreal bliss, her world reduced to the man who held her in his arms.

He lowered her into the tub, and the water enveloped her in its embrace, soothing her weary muscles, leaching away the stress that had knotted itself deep into her body last night, maybe even all week. She let out a sigh of contentment.

Alex was at her side in an instant, his hand reaching for the washcloth and soap. As he washed her, his hands moved with a languid slowness that teased and tempted.

His hand paused at her chest, his fingers teasing her nipples into hardened peaks while his other hand continued its journey, dancing over her stomach, dipping low, making her squirm. But his touch remained teasingly light, a torment that made her ache.

"Alex," she breathed out.

His gaze met hers, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Ssh," he whispered, his thumb rubbing circles on her belly. "Relax, Leslie. Let me take care of you."

She gave herself over to the sensation, to the man she loved, and for the first time in a week, she truly relaxed. Eventually, however, she couldn’t bear even the small distance between them. "Join me. Please?”

Alex nodded, his gaze never leaving hers as he began to undress.

She watched in awe. He was a masterpiece, his body a canvas of sculpted muscles and detailed tattoos. When he was naked, she moved to accommodate him, and the water sloshed gently against the sides of the tub as he carefully slid in behind her. The sensation of his body against her was electrifying, his hard length pressed against her back.

His arms closed around her, pulling her flush against him as he immediately continued exploring her, tracing patterns on her skin that left her breathless and aching for more.

"Alex," she sighed, leaning her head back onto his shoulder. He responded by pressing soft kisses to her neck, his touch both soothing and igniting a fire within her.

Their world shrank to the confines of the tub, to the dance of their bodies, to the beat of their hearts. This was their sanctuary, their escape from the chaos outside, a moment of respite in their tumultuous journey. And for now, she wanted nothing more than to lose herself in him.

Feeling him, rigid and ready against her lower back, a surge of desire pooled between her thighs, an ache that demanded attention. On a whimper, she guided his hand to the apex of her thighs. He fingered her, slow and deliberate, his touch magic, turning her into a quivering mess of need within seconds. Every brush of his fingers was like a sweet torment, pushing her closer to the edge.

“Alex…so good…”

Alex was unrelenting, his actions growing bolder, his touch more insistent. Leslie reached behind her, her hand brushing against his firm length. His groan of approval vibrated against her skin, spurring her on. She began to stroke him, her movements mirroring the rhythm of his touches.

The feel of him, the way he touched her—it was heaven, and the warmth of the water, the scent of the oils, and the flickering candlelight only added to the sensory overload. Each touch, each gasp, each moan heightened the fervor between them, evident in the way the water was now moving around them.

Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge of release, Alex abruptly stilled his movements. Her eyes fluttered open in confusion, a whimper escaping her lips at the sudden loss of contact.

"Lean forward," Alex commanded.

Leslie obeyed, feeling the air around her cool as he extracted himself from the water. She watched, her eyes wide, as he stood up, water cascading down his muscular form, his skin glistening under the dim light.

He disappeared from her view momentarily, returning with a pair of soft towels. He wrapped one around himself before moving towards her with the other.

There was an air of reverence as he carefully dried her, his movements tender. She felt the soft fabric of the towel brushing against her skin, the warmth of his hands seeping into her through it.

Once they were both dry, Alex lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently then joined her, pulling her against him. She felt his heart beating against her own as he traced lazy patterns on her back, his hand occasionally moving to tangle in her hair.

He kissed her, tasting of the sweet Prosecco they'd shared earlier.

I love you, Alex.

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