Olivia

The kitchen fell silent except for our ragged breaths. The marble was cold beneath my overheated skin, grounding me in the aftermath.

Alexander pulled out slowly, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness. His hands gentled on my hips, massaging where he'd gripped hard enough to leave marks.

"Come here," he murmured.

I straightened, my legs unsteady. He spun me around, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that was surprisingly soft after the brutal fucking ...