Alexander’s POV
She’s trembling. Not just from the orgasm, I know the way her body moves when I’ve wrecked her. This is different. Her legs are weak, her back’s damp with sweat, and her hands are gripping the counter like she’s afraid she’ll float away if she lets go.
I stay inside her for a moment. My c**k still twitching. Still buried where it f*****g belongs.
I hate that she left tonight. I hate that I came home to an empty goddamn bed, heart thumping like a bastard, imagining her walking around with those big eyes and that perfect mouth, dressed like a sin, with nothing under that short f*****g dress.
But more than anything, I hate how much I panicked.
Fuck.
I pull out of her slowly, and she gasps like her body doesn’t want to let me go either. I catch her before her knees hit th
