Then he shifts, and I feel the weight of him settling between my thighs, the blunt pressure of him exactly where I need him most.My breath hitches.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, one hand sliding up my side, thumb brushing the underside of my breast.“Tied up and desperate.Do you know how beautiful you are like this?”
“Alexander—”
“Tell me what you want, Olivia.”
“You know what I want.”
His fingers trail down my stomach, maddeningly gentle.“Say it.”
“Jerk.”
“And yet here you are.”His voice drops lower, intimate and commanding.“Now tell me what you want.”
My pride makes one last valiant stand.Then crumbles completely.
“You,” I breathe.“I want you.Please.”
“Good girl.”
Then he pushes inside, and my mind just...stops.
Everything narrows to this moment.The fullness of him, the stretch, the way my body yields and accepts and demands more all at once.A whimper escapes my throat, high and desperate, and his hand tightens on my hip.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice rough.“Let me hear you.”He moves, slow and deep, and I can’t stop the sounds spilling from my lips.Every thrust sends pleasure spiraling through me, building and building until I’m trembling beneath him.
“You feel so perfect,” he says, his breath hot against my ear.“Like you were made for me.”I try to respond, but all that comes out is his name, broken and pleading.
“That’s right,” he whispers, his pace increasing.“Say my name.Let everyone in this hotel know who makes you feel this good.”
My back arches as he hits that perfect spot inside me, and I cry out, not caring who hears.His hand slides down between us, finding the bundle of nerves that makes me see stars, and I shatter.
The orgasm crashes through me in waves, and through it all, Alexander keeps moving, drawing it out until I’m gasping and shaking and completely undone.
“Beautiful,” he breathes, and then he’s following me over the edge, my name on his lips like a prayer.
For a few minutes we stay like that, our hearts pounding in tandem.
The world comes back slowly.
First, the sound of our breathing.Then the feeling of Alexander’s hands on my wrists, gentle as he unknots the silk restraints.The blindfold comes off next, and I blink against the sudden brightness, my eyes adjusting to the late morning light filtering through the hotel’s gauzy curtains.
“Hey,” Alexander murmurs, his face coming into focus above mine.
“Hi,” I manage, my voice rough.
He gathers me into his arms, impossibly gentle now, and I curl against his chest like a cat.His lips brush my temple, my cheek, soft kisses that make my chest ache in an entirely different way.This Alexander, affectionate and attentive and looking at me like I’m something precious, is almost more devastating than the commanding one from five minutes ago.
“You okay?”he asks quietly.
I nod against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him.“Better than okay.”
His fingers comb through my hair, careful with the tangles.“Good.”
We lie there for a moment, just breathing, and I can feel the shift in him.The tension bleeding away, replaced by something softer.He presses another kiss to my forehead, then reaches for the water bottle on the nightstand and hands it to me.
“Drink.”
