Scarlett heard movement from the opposite end of the table. In the dim light she watched Alexander’s shadow move down the table, his spread hand and fingertips caressing the smooth wooden border as he did so.
He came to a rest behind her head.
“Good, you are awake. Are you comfortable, little one?” he asked in a dark whisper.
He leaned across the table to cup her chin with his hand to tilt her head up and back so she could see him.
“I hope you are because you look breathtaking and I want to play with you a little. I didn’t want you to be out of my sight even when you slept.”
She looked up into his black eyes seeing a mixture of lust and love. Ross had never looked at her that way. Yet she had seen the same look from Alexander several times in the last week since his arrival and her departure to his home. It was accompanied by a dark possessive determination that left her in no doubt that he had meant every word he had spoken when he informed her of his resolve to take her from Ross and make her his. No matter how hard she tried she would never get him to stop loving her. She understood that now. The notion made her body warm and soft rather than afraid or resentful. He would never give up on her unlike so many others in her life.
Alexander cupped her throat and moved his hand back and forth along her delicate skin before carefully tightening his hold.
“You belong to me now, Scarlett. I don’t know how many times I have to say it to convince you. I need to make you understand.”
Scarlett reached for her breath a little when he possessively intensified the hold around her throat. She felt herself dampen between her thighs at his possessive tone.
“I won’t tolerate any man trying to take you away from me or hurting you. I have waited a long time to own you and I intend to enjoy you,” he said in a dark velvet whisper, leaning further over her locking his eyes with hers, before touching his lips to her cheek. “I am going to take my time to know you intimately and to learn all of your secrets.” He smiled against her cheek. “I won’t let you hide anything from me. I want to know and own all of you, the good and the wicked part. I want to tame them both to my will.”
She watched him remove his hand from her throat and aim the cue at another red ball. He tapped it a little more vigorously making her hold her breath. It traveled fast spinning down along her side straight into the bottom right pocket. He walked to the opposite side, this time trailing the pads of his fingers along the tops of her breasts to bend forward to pot a red ball with success straight into the left bottom pocket.
Turning to her side she watched Alexander pick up another red ball. She could only manage to see his hands. He caressed the ball.
“I love playing Snooker and I have become quite adept at it. Strange for an American apparently. We are supposed to love Pool more,” he said with humor.
He suddenly leaned across her body from the side of her head and touched the red ball to the tip of one of her breasts and circled it over her nipple, slowly, seductively warming between her thighs.
“While I waited for you to wake I took time to look at your body closely and examine it inch by inch.”
He looked down at her continuing the caress, casting a shadow over her body.
“I have to confess, I love your breasts and their juicy plumpness. They are perfect. I would hold and squeeze them all day, if I could,” he told her with a small chuckle at himself as he moved the ball across the cleft in between each breast to the opposite to take up his rhythmic stroke once more. Scarlett moved restlessly on the snooker table feeling an ache inside her vagina begin to pulse that only he could satisfy with his touch.
Alexander moved to the side and leaned over to trail the ball down between her cleavage down over her stomach, detouring to line the contour of the curve of her hip making Scarlett breathe heavily with anticipation and her breasts swell and rise with agitation, on her chest.
“I love every curve you admonish yourself for. I love holding your full hips tight like reins when I ride you and you thrust that delicious rump back at me.” He smiled playing the ball down the side of her hip to the part of her bottom that was exposed. “I love how it colors a hot vibrant red every time I slap it hard and the way it makes those beautiful tears fall from those baby blue eyes when I do. I couldn’t have asked for anyone more perfect, delicate and vulnerable,” he whispered.
The strength of feeling behind his words convinced Scarlett’s untrustworthy heart he was telling her the truth. It had been a long time since anyone had been able to penetrate her bruised heart and convince her of her own beauty. It brought tears to
