He wanted to make love to her. He wanted to seduce her. He wanted to make her beg for him, over and over again.
He wanted her to fall in love with him.
To fall so hard, so spectacularly, that she would do anything he asked of her.
Including quit her job and never speak to Eric again.
His smile hid a cold sense of determination.
He undressed quickly, pausing only to protect them from unwanted consequences, and then he took possession of her body. She was ready for him, and yet when he swiftly pushed into her, she cried out. Her voice was a tremulous throb in the silence of his house.
“You are okay?” He checked, stroking her cheek.
Tears sparkled in her eyes and she nodded, dragging her lower lip between her teeth. Her cheeks were flushed. And as he looked into her face, he knew. No one had made her feel like that.
She was his already.
The power was a beast; a seductive mistress for it made him feel God-like.
He moved slowly, feeling his way, and watching her constantly, to see what pleased her most. When Sophie was almost manic with need, he stopped teasing her and returned to what she loved most.
She released herself almost instantly, and he held her while she fell apart, whispering words in his native tongue until she slowly regained her breathing. But he wasn’t done with her yet. He began to move once more, thrusting powerfully into her, this time rough and hard, and she bucked even harder against him and screamed in surprised pleasure.
He dug his fingers into her buttocks and when she began to spiral out of control for a second time, he followed after her, releasing himself with a guttural cry.
Their breath combined in the air as a strangled sound of agreement.
That had been earth-shattering.
And for Alex, it had been necessary.
He had done it.
He had physically possessed her; but that wasn’t enough. He needed all of her, for good, to make sure she would stay out of Helena’s way. And so he did not pull away from her and put some distance between them, as he usually did with his conquests.
This was a game, and he had to play his part.
“You are every bit as perfect as I had hoped.”
Sophie’s eyes fluttered shut and she lifted a hand to her neck. The fingers were not steady and her throat was pink from his stubble. “I don’t think I understand what just happened.”
Sex. Sex had just happened. For the first time in her life, Sophie had just done something she’d always sworn she wouldn’t. She’d slept with a man she knew nothing about, just because he was gorgeous. She’d thrown caution to the wind and … and … fucked. Or been fucked. She didn’t know which.
“Oh, God.” She covered both eyes with her hands and shook her head slowly from side to side. He was still inside of her, but mortification was beginning to take over any sense of lust she’d been indulging.
“Sophie, what is the matter?”
Even the way he said her name turned her insides to mush. She had never been so utterly vulnerable to a man as she was now, to this man.
“I can’t believe that just happened.” She kept her eyes shut beneath the veil of her hands. “What the hell was I thinking?”
“You weren’t thinking,” he teased. “You were feeling.”
“Oh, stop. You’re making it worse. Please, please get off me.”
He laughed softly, but did as she’d requested.
“Oh, God.”