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I whisper a drunken lustful challenge, “race you to the bedroom.”

I squeal when he picks me up, tells me to hold on tight then sprints down the corridor to my room. He turns on the ceiling light then tosses me gently on the bed. He strips down, andoh, boy. I can’t take my eyes off him. He is immaculate, sculpted right where it counts. My kind of man.

He crouches, prowling like a lion ready to pounce on a gazelle.Yes please. Ravish me.When he reaches my lips, he lingers there only a moment before trailing down my body. I don’t feel the usual anxiety plaguing me as he nears my ugliness, instead I close my eyes and relish his touches.

“You are immaculate.” He states after teasing both breasts and setting me into a frenzy until I couldn’t take anymore.

How did I not know my breasts were so sensitive?

He trails lower, kissing right onto a cluster of scars. I flinch and open my eyes, his lock with mine and his movements cease.

“I’m okay.” I run my fingers through his hair, the connection taking me away as calm sets in.Alexander is here, I am safe with him, he isn’t Isaac.

“I want the story of your inspiration for this tattoo, but for now –” He continues lower, leaving traces of his kisses on every abrasion he could find beneath the ink. He kisses the top of my mound over my panties and groans again. “It’s time for these to come off.” In one swift motion he takes my panties in his fingers, tugs, and tears them away, the fabric gripped in his hand then tosses the scraps to the side.

“I’m going to make you scream this go around. I hope you’re ready.” He trails kisses along my inner thighs.

“Is that a challenge, Mr. Gorski?” I ask, a little adventurous, “I do love a good playtime.”

He smirks, I grin, and the game is now confirmed. This will be magic.

_CHAPTER 14 - ALEXANDER_

“There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.”

–Edgar Allen Poe

“Alexander!” She roars, as I finally give in. I love her using my full name; she just about had me coming undone.

Mercy, woman.

Have I died and gone to heaven? I think it just happened. I have never been with someone so responsive as she is. Here I am, watching her come down from her first orgasm of the night, and if I have it my way, she will have at least two more before I’m sated. We are not doing things like last night. I’m doing this right, giving her what she deserves and what her mistress craves.

“I think you’ve made my head explode.” She huffs, her arm partially covering her flushed face.

“You think I’m done with you? We are just getting started.” I bury my face right back where it was moments ago.

“No.” Her head shakes back and forth on her pillow, “It’s too much. Please, just fuck me.” Her breath catches and a growl escapes her as I hit her sweet spot.

“One more.”

“There is no way –”

“I will have one more before my cock is filling that tight pussy.” I insert a finger.God she is so wet.

“I’ve never had more than one, I don’t think I’m capable.” She sighs and shifts her hips when I crook another finger inside her.

I let out a groan directly onto her clit, sending her hips off the bed.

So responsive.

“Tell me, is that a challenge, Ms. Hayes?” I ask full of wicked intent. She closes her eyes and mumbles something incoherent. She is already so damn close. I add another finger and blow cool air over that sensitive nub.

I’m back for more of her sweet nectar, my growl of dominance sending shivers of excitement through her. It’s my turn to let the beast roam free.

“I wanna watch as you come for me. Again, and again, and again.

Over and over until I’ve had my fill – even then, it will never be enough. I’m going to possess you.”

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