Chapter 3

The wet heat of his tongue sent lightning shooting through her. Lena cried out, her back bowing off the bed, her fingers tangling in his thick hair. He suckled her, first one breast and then the other, his teeth grazing the sensitive peaks with just enough pressure to make her whimper. Every pull of his mouth echoed between her legs, building a throbbing ache that demanded relief. Her panties were soaked, and she could feel the slickness of her arousal coating her inner thighs.

"Alexander," she gasped, her hips rolling upward, seeking friction. "Please."

"I know, baby. I know."

He kissed his way down her stomach, his lips worshipping every inch of her, lingering at her navel, tracing the curve of her hip. When he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, she lifted her hips eagerly, desperate for him to see her, to touch her, to taste her.

He stripped them off, tossing them aside, and then he was kneeling between her thighs, looking at her with an expression of naked awe. The cool air of the room hit her heated flesh, and she felt exposed and vulnerable and achingly, gloriously wanted.

"Spread your legs for me," he commanded softly. "Let me see you."

Trembling, she did. She opened herself to him, her knees falling apart, her most intimate flesh on full display. She felt a rush of self-consciousness, but it was swallowed by the way he looked at her, like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Perfect," he breathed. "So wet for me. So ready."

And then his mouth was on her.

Lena screamed.

It was not tentative. It was not polite. Alexander devoured her with the same intensity he had kissed her mouth, his tongue lapping at her folds with long, deliberate strokes, circling her clit with devastating precision. He slid one thick finger inside her, curling it to find the spot that made her see stars, and then sucked her clit between his lips with a pressure that made her toes curl.

The pleasure was unbearable.

It built fast and wild, a crescendo of sensation that had her clawing at the sheets, her hips bucking against his face. He held her steady with one hand on her hip, his grip firm and commanding, and kept working her with his tongue and fingers, driving her higher and higher until she was sobbing his name.

"Come for me, Lena," he growled against her, the vibration of his voice sending her over the edge. "Let me taste you. Let me feel you fall apart."

She shattered.

The orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, pleasure ripping through every nerve ending, turning her vision white. She convulsed around his finger, her inner walls fluttering wildly, and he groaned as if her release was his own, lapping at her through every aftershock until she was limp and gasping and boneless.