Alexander’s POV
Her breath hitches as my hand slips under the waistband of those silk panties. Barely there. A tease. God, it’s like touching nothing but fire and skin. And f**k, she’s already wet. The heat radiates off her, making my pulse skip a beat.
I can’t stop staring at her face, those wide eyes that look at me like they’re both terrified and addicted. The little gasp she lets out when my fingers brush against her skin sends a charge through me. I’m already hooked, already drowning.
“You’re trembling,” I murmur against her neck, my voice low, dark. It slides over her skin like a promise, one I’m not sure I should make. “That dream still haunting you, or is it me now?”
Her hips jerk into my hand like she’s starving for me. My palm fits perfectly against her, and I swear to God, I
