Summer's POV
The moment Alexander closed his bedroom door behind us, the air between us changed—charged with five years of separation, longing, and unspoken need. His eyes darkened to a burnished gold as they swept over me, possessive and hungry.
"I've been wanting to f**k you since we were in Thea's room," Alexander growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous octave. "Been dying to hear those slutty moans of yours again."
I should have called him perverted or filthy for saying such things with children just down the hall. But my body had its own agenda, instantly responding to his proximity with a rush of heat that pooled low in my belly.
"Alexander," I breathed, his name still feeling sacred on my tongue after all this time.
He closed the distance between us in two powerf
