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If he loved me, I could trust him, she thought, her heart clenching again. I would be able to let him go for a while and know he only thought of me.
Suddenly, she let out a soft yelp. Cold arms were slithering around her waist. Her heart hammering, she whipped her head around. Alexander had entered the room without her even hearing him. She had been so engrossed in her tortured imagination that she had not noticed.
“How beautiful you are,” he whispered against her neck, his voice husky. “I thought I had died and gone to heaven when I walked in and saw the vision of you in the bath.”
Already her body was responding to him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her nipples were swollen with desire. He leaned down, cupping her breasts, tweaking the nipples so that they jutted proudly. Exquisite shocks were pulsing through her body from his touch.
“Let me get out and dry myself,” she whispered, in a weak voice.
“No,” he said. “Let me join you instead.”
She gasped in surprise. But before she could say anything, he was undressing quickly. Her eyes feasted on his taut, muscular body and his proud manhood already tumescent with need as he slipped into the bath with her.
“Careful,” she scolded. “Half the bath water will end up on the floor.”
He grinned, reaching for her, pulling her into his arms. Finally, his lips found hers. The kiss was slow and luxuriant. They explored each other’s mouths while he caressed her breasts again. She was almost delirious with desire by the time he reached down, slipping his hand between her legs, stroking her boldly through the water.
She gasped, her head tilting back against the rim of the tub, closing her eyes. His touch felt different in the water. Slithery and slippery and very, very exciting. She opened her eyes in a daze. He was staring straight at her, his blue eyes intense.
“If I do go, I want to remember you like this,” he said, in an ardent whisper. “Reclining like a goddess in the bath.”
Her heart lurched. She did not want to be reminded that he might be leaving her. A sob escaped her throat.
“Olivia?” He was frowning in concern. “Is something wrong?”
Quickly, she shook her head. “No. It is perfect. As always.”
He kept stroking her, reaching inside her, as if he was searching for something. She could not wait a moment longer. It was too unbearably exquisite. Her body spasmed and she heard herself crying out as if from very far away.
He held her as the climax tore through her, guiding her through it, his eyes never leaving her face. When it was finally done, he stepped out of the bath, dragging her upwards. Tenderly, he dried her before carrying her to the bed. She felt as limp as a wet rag.
Now, the tenderness vanished. Now his hands were urgent on her body as he positioned himself behind her on the bed. She cried out again as he slid into her, thrusting with abandon. He was filling her, overcoming her, enveloping her. She felt like no part of her was untouched by him.
A single tear slid down her face. Mercifully, he could not see it. With a cry, he spasmed, pouring himself into her. Totally spent, they collapsed upon the bed.
He put his arms around her, spooning her, nestling into her. She felt his warm breath against her neck. A sigh, and then she heard his breath become even. He was asleep.
Another tear slid down her face.
Do not leave me, her heart cried.Please, stay with me.
But the words remained unspoken. He would not have heard them anyway. And this intimacy, this closeness of their bodies, sticky with their love, was the best she would ever get from him. He did not want to hear what she needed to say. He never would.
