Isabelle gasped at his words, her pulse quickening significantly.
Alexander's grip was firm on her waist, holding her in place, as if she could even possibly consider trying to flee.
Though, more realistically, it was because he anticipated she might just faint and die from her sheer excitement and anticipation.
Or perhaps float away.
She didn't know. She couldn't tell. She only knew his strong hand holding her in place was keeping her sane.
For now, at least.
"You didn't think you'd get away with just that did you....?" Alexander rumbled.
"Nnn...nho...?" Her voice was....
Embarrassingly slurred, all things considered. But. Even if it seemed more like a question, as if she'd gotten caught being naughty somehow, what....
What was important was that she managed to answer him.
Correctly, even.
Yes.
Small victories. Small victories in a sea of raging desire and lust. That's all she could manage, when she was the veritable ship tossed violently on those waves of desire.
