"Anh…—Alex…"
Victoria's moan tore through the tranquil dusk, as urgent and needy as a prayer.
She straddled him, hair tumbling wild, amber light painting her skin in molten strokes.
The air pulsed with heat and the sound of skin meeting skin, her movements frantic... hungry enough to consume him whole.
"Oh—God… finally being on top of you again… you have no idea how much I needed this." Her voice was raw, desperate... a woman starved for him, for relief.
Her palms pressed to his chest, nails drawing slow red lines down his sides, anchoring her to something real.
Alex stilled her hips... for a moment only... throat tight with want and the worry that flashed between their bodies.
"Slow down… you could hurt yourself."
She met his gaze, eyes blazing with fire and defiance, breath hitching as her chest rose and fell against his hands.
