"Work for it," he whispered against her ear, his lips brushing her skin, each word a dark caress.
Her brows furrowed, torn between outrage and curiosity. "What? How?"
The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk that promised she was about to find out.
"Make me want to let you," Alex ordered. His tone carried no room for negotiation—this was command, not suggestion. His grip on her hips tightened, holding her exactly where he wanted her, as if she were an instrument only he knew how to play.
"Uh… what do you want me to say?... That I love the way you make me feel?"
He didn't answer verbally. Instead, he thrust hard into her, a sudden, punishing jolt that tore a gasp from her lips—then stilled completely, leaving her trembling in the frustrating limbo between pleasure and denial.
"I love the way you drive me wild," she breathed, the words tumbling out faster now.
Another thrust—this one slower, deeper—making her toes curl and her breath catch.
