She watched him slide the condom down over his length. He stalked over, leaning down and kissing her softly before he asked, “Are you still with me?”
He was sexy and thoughtful, checking in to make sure she was still all right with this.
This man cannot be real.
He started to pull away when she closed her hand over his length, stroking him from root to tip and reveling in the full-body shudder that she could feel passing through him.
“Yes, Aléx.” She made a point of saying his name, feeling the raw heat of his need emanating from his body. “I’m more than ready for whatever you plan to dish out.”
He parted her thighs, seating himself at her entrance, slowly pushing himself in.
Despite her eagerness for him after already experiencing such a fantastic orgasm, there was a definite sting as her body stretched to accommodate him.
Aléx placed a gentle kiss on her temple as he softly whispered, “Shhh, Treasure. That’s right. Be a good girl and take all of me.”
She moaned, eagerly accepting him into her body.
Why this man’s words and voice made her brain shut off and her body respond with such unapologetic acquiescence, she didn’t know. What she did know was that when he finally bottomed out inside her and lightly raked his thumb against her clit, pleasure exploded inside her. Once again, she’d lost control of her body and willingly, enthusiastically ceded that control to him. He began to thrust in and out of her while she was still amid her climax, driving her higher, prolonging it until she was nearly ready to cry.
Throughout their passionate encounter, he kept pushing her beyond her limits, making her crave the way his powerful strokes pushed her closer to and through such earth-shattering climaxes that she was weak, and yet so needy for more.
There had never been anyone who knew her so well that it was almost as if they could reach inside her and pull her secret wants and needs from her and be so certain how to answer them. It was almost like he knew her. Like he saw her…the real her.
She held on to the bed posts for dear life, and Aléx buried himself in her over and over from behind until she was spilling over into bliss again.
“Aléx,” she cried out.
The sound of his name crossing her lips as both a plea and a prayer made him deepen his strokes, fusing them together in body and spirit.
“Say it again.” He ground the words out through what sounded like his clenched jaw. Her face was buried in the plush pillow, so she couldn’t swear to it.
“Aléx!” she screamed as she succumbed to the orgasm locking her muscles in place.
At the sound of her yelling his name, his grip on her hips tightened, his rhythm faltered, and he buried himself inside her one last time until his climax took hold of him. She could feelthe throbbing pulse of his release as he emptied himself into the condom. When he collapsed against her, blanketing her with his strong form, she felt more cared for, more content, more herself, than she could remember in her recent years.
This was absolute heaven. As far as she was concerned, nothing could ruin this perfect moment.
Aléx rolled to his back, quickly disposing of the condom before pulling her into his arms.
And then the universe showed her why she should never tempt it to show her just how terrible it could be. Aléx said, “Good, God, Reigna. How could I have gone all these years of seeing you at this gala, never knowing how fantastically we would fit together?”
Just like that, per usual where Regina was concerned, her sister Reigna had been hoisted into the spotlight, and Regina’s place was in the background, if visible at all. This was the best sex of her life, and her lover thought she was her twin sister. Even in the most unlikely circumstances, Regina had ended up in her sister’s shadow yet again.
Chapter Three
Four months later…
Aléx started hisday the same way he had every day for the last four months. He sat up in bed, fighting the urge to reach for the body he knew wouldn’t be there. The same body he’d cursed at each new sunrise and ravaged in his dreams each night.
Once he’d forced himself to forget about how tantalizing those vivid dreams were and intentionally ignored how his body tightened at the memories he couldn’t seem to let go, he made quick work of showering in ice-cold water.
“Damn it.”
Aléx slammed his hand against the hard tile of the shower stall. He was fairly certain it was the finest marble on the market he was slamming his ringed hand against, and here he was treating it like it was a cheap piece of plastic that could be scratched without thought and replaced without much effort or cost.
This was not like him.
No matter that Aléx had grown up in opulent wealth. He’d always known that his lifestyle was a gift for his service, and he should never take it for granted. Yet since that night four months ago, he’d been holding on to his focus and his discipline with every ounce of his being, all because he couldn’t forget her.
