THIRD PERSON POV
Selene stood before her mirror, fastening the last strap of her stiletto heel, her birthday glow making her skin shine like honey under the soft light. Her black silk dress clung to her curves like a second skin, hugging every swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the luscious roundness of her hips. She reached for her lipstick, but Alexander was already behind her.
He always moved like a predator—silent, commanding, devastating.
His hand slid down her arm, firm, unrelenting. He bent low, his lips capturing hers in a rough, claiming kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. His tongue forced its way past her lips, devouring her until she whimpered against him. When he broke away, his mouth trailed lower, sucking her n*****s through the fabric until she cried out.
