Her body arched off the mattress as he drove into her harder, faster. Her nails dug into his back, drawing droplets of blood as she urged him on, desperate for release once more. The pleasure built inside her like a wildfire out of control, spreading through every inch of her body until it felt like it would consume her entirely.

And then, with a cry that seemed to echo through the room and beyond, she came again, her body shuddering violently as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

Her vision blurred, and for a moment everything went black as she surrendered to the incredible sensations wracking her body. She felt like a puddle of warm liquid on the bed, boneless and limp with satisfaction. As consciousness began to creep back in, she became aware of the weight pressing against her hip - Alexander's arm, where he had used it for leverage during their passionate lovemaking.

She turned her head lazily to look at him, her eyes still glassy from pleasure. "That was...

"Who are you to question my motives?!"

"Maybe if you weren't so used to getting your way, you'd learn to respect others' boundaries and decisions!"