Alexander's voice dropped to a low, hungry growl as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.He needed more.The lingering powerlessness from that plot control needed to be burned away, replaced by the raw, undeniable reality of me.His arms tightened around me like iron bands, his voice thick with a raspy ache."Lisa, I'm hurting."Before I could ask where, he swept me off my feet and strode toward the penthouse terrace.There, a massive, custom built stone tub was already filled with steaming water, perched right at the edge of the glass railing, overlooking the entire city."Lisa, do you remember this tub?"I looked at the swirling steam rising into the night air, high above the glowing Manhattan skyline, and my heart skipped a violent beat.Memories flooded back. I couldn't help but let out a soft, wicked laugh."How could I forget?"I poked a finger against the hard, rhythmic muscle of his chest, my eyes
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