The Romance Resonance (part 2)

He always does. The suits should be thankful they are worn by Vincent Grey. He oozes sexuality, just like a lot of our gay colleagues at GreyX team kept swooning over him, and love his dark humour.

He pressed a soft kiss on my neck and took a whiff of my scent.

"I want to bottle your scent. Lavender and a hint of vanilla. I knew it."

I sat down in the passenger seat. As he strapped my seatbelt.

"I like to strap you tight."

"Thanks for your safety."

"And for pleasure..hmm?

He gave me a wicked smile and fired up his Audi.

"Your scent has haunted me Cassiopeia. "

"Really?"

"I became a creep. I don't know if I should tell you but sometimes I end up working in your cabin just to be around your scent."

He said and he was smiling. Is this him? The mercurial man?

"I wished you'd told me sooner. But you were with Pretty Gisele."

"She never meant anything. She wanted an affair and that's what I gave her. She wants to be an actress and wanted exposure. We both used each other."

"How convenient. Where are we going anyway?"

I change the subject.

" We are going to harbour."

"The harbour? You have the boat up here?"

"Yes, I just bought it. I want to do a test run. Plus since yesterday at the observatory, I am obsessed with the moon and stars. I happen to know a spot where they will look very clear and beautiful. "

"Vincent that's perfect. Thank you. But you didn't have to do so much on our first date."

I said frankly.

We stopped at a red light. He was looking at me.

"It's not our first date. It's just a formality. This is probably our eleventh date."

He asserted that.

We drive by the blinding lights of the city and arrived at the harbour.

"How on earth is this our eleventh date?"

"I don't know but the first one was probably that late-night dinner we headmaster everyone left, you were new and stayed back to work on the system errors all night."

I am touched.

"Oh, but I just saw you as a boss back then." It was true. I was so naive and new when I first worked at Grey enterprises.

"But I did not and it pissed me off. That's why I was overly strict with your project."

" The last time at the airport you were impossibly rude. And now you're the opposite. I have never seen you like this. Why? "

I called him out on his personality shift.

He looked back at me and grabbed my hand.

"Because now I know what it's like to have a genuine relationship. No deals, no business exposures, just two people. "

He kissed my hand.

"I am only like this to you and my little sister Emilia, I call her Mia. "

I think right now I fell for him a bit more than yesterday.

The yacht is exquisite! Luxurious. I loop my arm in his.

He gave me a tour of the yacht. It has a nice bedroom and a dining area. It was decorated with Christmas lights. It is really beautiful.

"I thought you deserve a bit more magic, Cassiopeia. " we walked to the deck and we were bathed in moonlight.

"I owe you an apology. The day at the airport was unusual. I thought you were either too innocent or very calculating. I was intimidated by your ideas. "

The mood shifted, into something else.

He was serious.

"I have never done this before, I am scared that I'll hurt you. But I wanted to show you that I can be more than just your mentor. "

"Oh, if we are being honest then I am glad you were my mentor and my first Boss and I am pretty strong you know, I can take all of you with an equal fight."

I joked. But my heart was fluttering. I was feeling lightheaded by this beautiful scene before. The dark waters moonlit, the yacht indoor with twinkling lights and the man standing before me.

We are having Carbonara with some red wine and chocolate ice cream and vanilla mousse.

"Who set this up?"

"Taylor, he is handling the steering right now."

Isn't that the sweetest thing ever?

"Awesome. Mmm, this is good."

I compliment.

"It is." He said with a smirk while looking in my eyes.

"I forgot to ask, how is your grandfather? "

"He is doing much better now. More energetic than before. Tell me about your family. "

No...

"Uh, Besides my dad, and late mother who were both single children, My grandparents used to live in Boston too. They moved back to Missouri. Grandpa used to be a lab technician."

"No wonder you're so intelligent. It runs in your family."

Noo... Attie was the most intelligent person in our family.

"Okay, now tell me something you haven't told anyone in Seattle. "

I urged him. I want to distract myself.

"Okay, do you know what my middle name is?"

"Wait, you do... hold on!! Yes, there's an A."

Whoa... he removed his tie and loosened his first 2 buttons. I took a sip of the wine.

"The A stands for Alexander."

"Bravo, Vincent Alexander Grey. I want to call you Alexander from now on because no one else will call you that." I laughed.

"whatever works for you" he gave me a wink.

"Let's eat dessert at the deck. " he insisted.

Moon was shining bashfully tonight. It was silent and surreal with crashing waves in the distant. It was hot and cold at the same time.

"When is your graduation?"

"Uhm, last weekend of Next month, results will be out the end of this month."

"Why did you ask?"

I am curious. What is he thinking?

"I want to attend your graduation ceremony." He lifted a spoonful of chocolate mousse and feeds me.

Oh, it's so delicious. It feels like silk. Smooth and rich. His lips are dangerously close to mine.

"Because I want to attend my genius girlfriend's graduation."

Omg! What? Now I am his girlfriend??

Suddenly fireworks exploded at a distance.

"Wow!" The sparkling fireworks are purely magical. The right chemistry ends up in sparks like that.

I took a photo. "The Boston baseball team must be celebrating their winning season."

The fireworks are lighting up the sky. The booming sound is exhilarating. I looked at him finally SEEING him. He has a fond smile, his hair was whipped by the wind and his eyes were shining, those same eyes which had an arrogance and sternness in them every day, now those same very eyes are glowing with wonderment.

The loud explosions from the fireworks, I cannot hear them at all, I forgot about the fireworks because I can now only listen to my heart racing so fast as I finally SEE the Real him. The man behind the suit.

Mr Grey bent his head to come closer to me.

"From tonight, you're all mine."

He kissed me with urgency. He was licking the chocolate off my lips.

" my favourite flavour is this now." He whispered into my ears. Hmmm...

I am moaning my approval.

Yep, I am officially up to no good. I am under his magic spell and I like it.

I like it a lot. I feel so alive.

He led me to the bedroom.

"Before I assume anything, You want this to happen right?"

"Yes..."

You know how sometimes when you are in the middle of something and suddenly something urgent and necessary information strikes your head. Turns out now was that moment when I realised what an amateur I am at sexual activities. I gulped the remaining wine from my glass in one go.

"Cassiopeia, if you want to go slow that's okay." He is petting my head.

" No no no... I want to but .."

This is so embarrassing, my cheeks are flushed.

"But...?" He prompted me to go on...

"I am not as experienced as you are, I had one shitty boyfriend and we barely did it for 20 minutes.."

Ughhhh why ??

"And I was never uh, satisfied... In those sexual encounters."

"Wait, you've ever had an orgasm? Not even on your own?"

This is The worst Q/A Ever!!!!!!!!!!!

"I wanna climb under a rock!!"

"Or, better you can just climb under me."

I AM SO EMBARRASSED!!!!

"Stop teasing me! I have read books and seen stuff online, I tried to do it on my own, but it's very difficult to come, I have tried a vibrator okay! But it just got me worked up for nothing. So, Yes Mr Grey! I am an amateur at sex and I don't know what the fuss is about that!"

Oh hell!!! Why did I give an entire monologue about my sex life to the most handsome man I have ever met?? It's the freaking wine!!!!!

"Hmm, quite a monologue there, Cassiopeia. I hope I can solve that problem maybe tonight? I want to make you come for me, I want to show you stars again..."

He kisses my forehead.

"I think your idiot ex-boyfriend did a crime with you."

He kissed me again.

"I'll bring you justice then,"

he muttered. Taking a deep breath of my scent,

he slipped his fingers under the spaghetti straps and pushed my dress down. My bra went next, landing at my feet with a soft thump. I was naked except for my underwear. "Talk nerdy to me? Huh? Is that your kink Miss Bennett?" He chuckled at my printed undies with bold nerdy captions.

Usually, standing in front of someone brought on self-conscious thoughts, but seeing the desire in Vincent's expression chased away any self-doubt. He draped those strong arms around me, one hand flicking my nipples, the other travelling south, slipping into my undies.

"Oh, God!" I pushed back on reflex and felt through his trousers that he was hard. "I'll make you scream my name right here Cassie right here in the middle of the ocean."

He undressed fast while maintaining eye contact and as his previous girlfriends have mentioned quite proudly about his body Up with his shirt, down with his pants and boxers. The man was a work of art. His muscles were even more defined, more sculpted than I'd imagined.

He wore protection and came closer to me again.

"I will make you come like this, Cassie." It was too much, feeling him push, his dirty words in my ear, his fingers on my nipple, and inside my underpants. I came so fast and hard that my breath was knocked out of me. My entire back arched, and for a moment I was sure I'd crumple to the floor, but he held me until I rode out my climax.

'Can you take it?'

'Can I?'

And it was a question I asked myself over and over again as he used all his skill and knowledge to drive me wild. I didn't believe in love. I didn't believe in happy ever after. But I believe in this and wondered how I'd survive long without his touch and then realised that I barely can after this.

He was hard, hot and mine, and being with him again feels crazily good. So good that I was clumsy as I moved against him and of course he took instant advantage of that, rolling and pinning me beneath him.

'you're amazing but you hide it a lot.' He groaned the words against my neck and I closed my eyes because hearing him say it choked me up so badly.

'Say it, you missed me because I did miss you a lot."

His hand cupped my face. 'It doesn't make you weak to admit it.'

No, but it made me vulnerable. 'I missed having someone to argue with, that's true.' I made the mistake of opening my eyes at that moment and met the heat in his. His mouth curved into a slow, sexy smile of complete understanding.

'Of course, you missed the arguments and that is all. You didn't miss Seattle —' eyes half shut, he stroked a hand down my body and I gasped '—or this—' he moved his hand lower still and this time I moaned '—and you didn't miss this.'

This had me writhing under him but he denied me the satisfaction I craved, easing away slightly when I arched my hips against him.

'Do you realise that this the only time you show your hidden feelings is when we're in bed together?' His voice was husky and he pinned my arms above her head, holding me captive. 'Apart from the airport meet, the only time I've ever seen you vulnerable is when you're in my bed.'

My heart is thumping because of course, I am vulnerable. Terrifyingly so, naked in every way. I am completely exposed to this man who saw so much and yet still insisted on more.

'Are you going to tell me why you're so afraid?'

'Afraid?' I tugged gently at his hands but he held her firmly. 'I'm not afraid.'

'If you're not afraid then stop trying to free yourself.' His mouth trailed over my shoulder, his tongue slow and explicit as he traced my skin. 'If you're not afraid then you should just trust me not to hurt you. It shouldn't be hard.'

It was the hardest thing in the world, to put my safety in the hands of another person. To trust my heart to the one person in the world who could break it. It was too much to ask. He wanted me to surrender something I couldn't surrender. To submit to something that terrified me because I knew that whatever he gave, he could also take away.

His mouth moved lower, his tongue flicked my nipple and a low moan of pleasure escaped out of me.

'Alex...—'

'Say my name again'

'Alexander.." I whispered.

"Trust me not to hurt you.' He murmured the words against my skin, against my body, already damp and shivering with excitement so intense it was impossible to keep still. I squirmed and my breath caught at the feel of him, the rough hardness of his thigh as his powerful body brushed against mine.

"I don't let people touch me, it's Only you." He said as

I tried to wrap my arms around him and urge him on but he held my hands fast so that I had no choice but to submit to his will.

Struggling to stay in control, to stay in charge, I closed my eyes and blocked out the sensual gleam in those dark eyes. He drove me to the edge. Even with my eyes closed, I felt restraint slip. I couldn't remember actually why I was trying to prevent this from happening. Excitement engulfed me in great waves until I was drowning in sensation, the feelings of my body colliding with my fears.

'No. Not yet.'

Denied the completion I craved, I moaned against his mouth. 'Not fair.'

'I want you. All of you.' He murmured the words against my mouth and parted my lips and tried to steal a kiss but with my hands held and my body trapped beneath the powerful strength of male muscle, I wasn't the one in control. He kept his mouth just out of reach of mine, close enough to drive me crazy and make me desperate for his kiss, not close enough for me to take control.

'Alex...—'

'I want you to trust me.' He spoke softly but there was no mistaking the command in his voice and had we been in a different position I would have smiled because he just couldn't help himself. Even now, in this position of extreme intimacy, he had to be in control.

'I don't trust anyone easily.'

'Up until now, that might have been true—' His fingers, traced my skin so gently, so skilfully that the exquisite pleasure swelled to something close to pain. My body throbbed with My need for him and he knew it. I knew he knew it because I felt his smile against my mouth as he finally lowered his head to mine and gave me what I'd craved. His tongue slid over mine, bold, demanding and unashamedly sensual while all the time his fingers worked magic. And still, he held my hands. Still, he held me trapped and the ease with which he did it confirmed that physically he was the stronger, but I couldn't allow myself to surrender in the way he wanted me to surrender.

'Let go of me. I want to touch you.' I request.

'No. For now, I'm the one in charge. The sooner you acknowledge that the sooner I let you go.'

The look in his eyes made it hard to catch my breath and I wanted to close mine, to block him out, but something in me wouldn't allow it so the connection continued, deepening an experience that was already terrifying.

It had never been like this before. The sex had always been a fuss but never, ever had it felt like this. Never this close. Never this—personal.

No one has ever demanded this much from me and I'd never given this much.

I felt the strength of him, the power of him possessing me and he smiled against my lips because he recognised that need in me. He knows me so well. He knows all of me and I tried again to block him out because the level of intimacy was terrifying. I was bound, not by the fact that he held my hands, but by the fact that he held my fragile heart. If I begged him, he'd let my hands go. Physically, I'd be free. Emotionally, I know I'd never be free. He was the only man I wanted. He was the only man I'd ever wanted openly and those feelings bound me to him as securely as if I'd been handcuffed.

'Stop fighting it—' he kissed me slowly '—stop fighting me and pushing me away.'

'I'm not pushing you. Thanks to you, I can't move.'

'I'm not talking about physically and you know it.' His mouth was still on mine. Gentle and yet demanding at the same time. 'I'm talking about everything else.'

'What else is there?'

'You know.'

Yes, I knew and this time I managed to close my eyes, moaning a low denial. 'You are asking too much.'

'I'm asking a lot. But not too much.'

'You don't know.'

'If there are things I don't know then it's because you won't trust me enough to tell me. I won't hurt you.'

And I knew he wasn't talking about the physical side of their relationship. He saw my fears and insecurities within 2 days.

He wasn't talking about sex or anything that they were doing right now in this bed. That wouldn't have scared me. What scared me was the fact that he would hurt me. Maybe not now, or even tomorrow but at some point in their relationship, perhaps even when I'd start to rely on having him in my life.

Panic washed over me. 'Alexander —'

'I want it all, Cassiopeia. Everything you've never given before. I want that from you.' His free hand locked in my hair. 'I won't be satisfied with less than everything.'

'I want to know about the dream.'

'The dream?'

'Those dreams you have. Tell me—' he breathed the words against my mouth as he broke one erotic kiss and started another '—tell me what it is that makes you keep you awake with dark circles under those beautiful eyes.'

I was dizzy from his kisses, 'I dream about work—' I moaned as his tongue slid into contact with mine and my senses exploded '—work.'

'Work?' His hand moved down, lower, sliding under my bottom, holding me firm as he deepened his possession. 'It's work that makes you cry out?'

'Yes.' I was on the point of begging because he'd held me at this point for so long and I didn't think I could stand it any longer. I ached with need. I indecently craved him.

'You're lying. Tell me what you dream about.' The husky tone of his voice was unbearably sexy and I wondered how he could still string a sentence together when I barely able to give voice to a moan.

'Cassie—' Purring my name, he sank deep into me and I lost my grip on control, every sense in my body teased to its limits under his skilled touch. As I lost control of myself I realised that the books had got it wrong. Yes, I could be responsible for my orgasm, but it was so much better when someone else was. And I could be responsible for my own heart too, but sharing it was the greatest gift I could give and I wanted to share it with this man.

'You,' I gasped as he brought ecstasy crashing down on us. 'I dream about you.'

We lay in the dark, wrapped in the scent of each other and he is holding me in the curve of his arm as the rising sun sent arrows of golden light shooting across the ocean.