I didn’t care if I burned in flames, I was not going to separate from him, for anything in the world.
Alexander eventually forced me to move away: like the last time, he lifted the hems of my clothes in a single movement and left me half-naked in front of him. I almost blushed; the intensity of his dark and transparent gaze left no doubt about what he was thinking. I doubted it even less when he trapped me by the waist again, and his hands went straight to the clasp of my bra. I did my part searching for the zipper of his jeans. It made me want to laugh every time I touched him, provoking him, and he growled, showing that he was not immune to anything, just like I felt at that moment. How could I not keep tempting him?
He could not articulate a word, perhaps for the same reason I could n
