She swallowed hard at the cold promise in his voice and shook her head.
He stepped back for a moment, just long enough for her to catch a breath, then slid his hand between her legs again. This time his fingers moved back and forth over the thin fabric until it was unmistakably wet beneath his touch.
“Look how hungry you are for me,” he murmured with a smirk. “Just a few strokes, and you are already this wet.”
Mia could barely breathe, her body trembling under his gaze. She dared not speak as Alexander’s hand unhooked her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders and down her elbows.
Alexander’s fingers returned between her legs, moving back and forth with repeated, soft strokes.
“Mhhmmm,” the helpless sound escaped her lips as her knees buckled. She nearly fell, but another sharp smack landed on her hip, reminding her of the punishment for even the smallest misstep.
He sank to the ground between her legs. He pulled down her underwear and tossed it aside. Then, his mouth claimed her, tracing and licking her channel with insatiable hunger.
“Ahhh…” Mia’s body shook violently, pressing down against him as if to fuel his relentless desire. Her knees scrambled for balance, but she couldn’t stop herself from moving against him. He held her hips firmly, devouring her with an almost merciless persistence. Just as she teetered on the edge of release, he pulled away, leaving her gasping and trembling, knees weak beneath her.
Alexander’s hands gripped her waist to steady her, then lifted one leg over his shoulder. He bent closer, taking her peaks into his mouth one by one, teasing and sucking them with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine.
He stopped her pleasure at the very last moment, letting her writhe in torment under his control.
“Ohhh…!”
Her thighs pressed together instinctively, overwhelmed, but he remained relentless. At the height of her frustration, he pulled away once more, leaving her gasping, trembling, and utterly powerless beneath him. Mia pressed herself weakly against the railing, unable to resist.
Without a word, Alexander lifted her into his arms and carried her to the other side of the yacht. He set her gently on one of the chairs and then positioned himself beside her.
“I haven’t washed my hair yet,” he said, his voice calm but edged with authority. “Will you help me?”
Mia’s jaw dropped. She was completely naked in front of him, and he was asking her… to wash his hair? Her mind scrambled, but Alexander didn’t wait for her response.
He bent down, and lifted her in his arms again, carrying her to the bathroom. As they entered, he let her fall to her feet. He then set a chair by the sink, and arranged a towel as a pillow for his head. The sink’s height made it easy for him to rest his head comfortably. He removed his shirt, then took off his pants before settling onto the chair. He lifted the showerhead, letting warm water cascade over him, running through his hair and down his body.
Mia’s eyes traced every line of him. His abs were sharp, muscles flexing with each movement, and his head leaned back, eyes closed, completely at ease and utterly irresistible. The erotic sight made her breath hitch.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked, voice low and commanding. “Come on.”
Mia jerked out of her shock and quickly approached him, lowering herself slightly to reach his hair. She took the shampoo in her hands, massaging it into his scalp, her fingers moving carefully through his damp hair.
What she didn’t realize was that Alexander had opened his eyes, and the sight of her chest exposed so close to his face made his hunger flare like never before.
Before she could react, his mouth darted to her peaks, biting and flicking them one by one.
“Ahhhh!” Mia gasped, trembling under his touch.
But Alexander was relentless. He gripped her waist, pulling her closer, and his mouth devoured her with repeated, hungry flicks and licks. Her gasps and moans only seemed to fuel his desire.
Mia ran her fingers through his hair, carefully massaging the shampoo in as the water rinsed away the suds. But the moment the water washed away the last of the soap, Alexander grabbed her leg that was closest to him, lifted it and draped it over his thighs. There was no barrier between them now—his body pressed against hers, both arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close.
She gasped in surprise. His thick, hot girth pressing against her.
“Go on… wash it once more,” Alexander murmured, his voice low and commanding, a growl threading through it.
Mia licked her lips, her body trembling. She picked up the shampoo again, and then slid her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. His eyes fell closed, but his hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer. Then, without warning, she felt him angle himself against her, his thick length pressing at her entrance before he thrust inside her roughly in one, deep stroke.
She cried out, her hand shooting to his shoulder to steady herself as water and soap ran across their bodies. Alexander didn’t care—he pressed her closer, making her ride him while her fingers tangled in his hair.
“Wash my hair,” he growled, his voice sharp and hungry as he forced her hips to move up and down, taking in his burning rod.
Mia lifted the showerhead, letting water cascade over him, drenching his hair, shoulders, and even dripping onto her.
