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I wanted him to keep touching me like that…and maybe even more?

For the love of the Goddess, what was going on?

I stared at Alexander, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Could he see how turned on I was?

Alexander leaned in, his lips just inches from mine, his pupils so dilated that his eyes looked like pure, unadulterated black.

“You need to leave now, Eleanor.” His voice was tight with an emotion that took me a moment to identify as restraint.

Wait, was I actually getting to him?

“And if I don’t?” I didn’t mean to sound so breathless.

Alexander’s black gaze bored into mine.

“You’ll regret it.”

CHAPTER 2

ELEANOR

First times are uncomfortable and painful.

That’s what Elena, my nursemaid, had told me in an unsolicited attempt to educate me before my mating night.

But all I felt was a pleasure so heady that I felt disconnected from reality, like I was in a cocoon where only Alexander and I existed.

Only his lips on my skin could cool the raging fire of desire within me. I couldn’t remember the reason I’d come here. I couldn’t even recall my own name.

I just wanted, wanted, and wanted.

My hands were pinned above my head by Alexander’s iron grasp, my nipples pebbled and hardened under his gaze, and my hips gyrated as Alexander rubbed my still-throbbing clitoris, edging me toward another orgasm with his masterful fingers.

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood in a failed attempt to hold in a sob of pleasure.

I was so wet that the sheets beneath me felt damp.

I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d had, and although I felt more than a little sensitive, I couldn’t help but spread my legs wider for him, my need for him only growing.

I wanted to rake my hands down the rigid muscles of his back. I wanted to kiss my way down his chest. Even though I wasn’t sure exactly how to, I wanted to wrap my lips around him and taste his arousal.

And even though we hadn’t exchanged a word since Alexander pushed me onto my back and pushed my legs apart, he knew it—and that was why he was keeping my hands pinned above me.

Because he delighted in taking away any illusion of control I might’ve had about the situation. There was only one person in control—him.

That shouldn’t have made me as aroused as it did. Alexander curled his fingers inside me and I gasped, the molten heat within me building to a peak. A throaty moan escaped my lips as Alexander moved his fingers, fucking me through my orgasm.

I choked on air, my body arching off the bed, my walls contracting around his fingers as the world went blissfully dark.

I came to as Alexander pulled his hand from me, those ice-cold eyes steady on mine as he licked my wetness off his fingers.

And just like that, I needed him again.

I jolted awake, my body aflame with desire from a vivid dream about the night before.

I was naked and alone in Alexander’s bed, my body pleasantly sore and achy, my cheeks burning hot.

Had…had I really done all of that?

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