Sin

Alexander's hands slid from my arms to my waist, his body pressing firmly against mine from behind as he buried his face in my hair. I could feel his breath against my ear, warm and heavy, as he inhaled deeply, as if savoring my scent. His hands were gentle yet possessive, his thumbs rubbing slow, possessive circles against my stomach, a silent claim of ownership that made my heart skip a beat.

His fingers gently pushed my hair to the side, exposing my neck to his gaze, and a shiver ran down my spine as his breath ghosted over my skin.

"Tell me," he said, his voice almost a growl, "do you hate it when I touch you?"

His words caught me off guard, and for a moment I froze, his unexpected question taking me by surprise. I could feel the intensity of his gaze, the way his hands tightened ever so slightly on my waist, as if waiting for my answer.

Answer honestly, princess," he murmured in my ear, his voice a low, seductive warning.