"Show me what you're capable of, Alex." Her eyes burned into his, unblinking. "Don't. Hold. Back."

She leaned in, lips grazing his ear, breath hot and deliberate. "Show me exactly how you broke my dear Victoria."

The provocation ignited him like dry tinder to flame.

Catherine pulled back just enough, her gaze devouring every flicker across his face... the twitch of his jaw, the sharpening of his stare... as dark hunger swallowed his eyes whole.

A triumphant thrill surged through her; in that raw unraveling, she felt control snap back into her hands, delicious and heady.

A slow, defiant smile curved her lips. "I dare you to make me scream your name."

Silence stretched, razor-sharp.

Amusement vanished from Alex's expression, replaced by something predatory. Utterly. Focused.

"With pleasure."

The words carried weight of promise and threat simultaneously, and Catherine felt her pulse spike as his hands moved to her waist with renewed purpose.

In one fluid, commanding motion, Alex surged to his feet... still cradling her in his lap like she weighed nothing... before lowering her onto the bench with calculated grace.

Not sitting.

Lying back.

Legs parted just as he wanted, utterly exposed under his darkening gaze.

The stone was warm from the afternoon sun against her bare back, and Catherine found herself horizontal, exposed, staring up at Alex as he positioned himself between her legs with deliberate precision.

His hands moved to her bikini bottom... the last barrier, the final piece of fabric between them and complete vulnerability.

"These," Alex said quietly, fingers hooking under the edge, "are already ruined."

He wasn't wrong.

The fabric was soaked through, clinging to her, evidence of exactly how thoroughly he'd affected her impossible to hide or deny.

Catherine's face burned as awareness crashed through her... not just that she was wet, but that he could see it, feel it, knew exactly what effect he'd had.

"Alex—" she started, but the protest died as his fingers began sliding the bikini bottom down her hips.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Savoring every inch of newly exposed skin.

Catherine's breathing quickened, hands clutching at the bench beneath her as the fabric moved lower... past her hips, down her thighs, over her knees... until it fell away entirely.

Leaving her completely bare.

Completely exposed.

Completely vulnerable in ways that went far beyond simple nudity.

The afternoon air felt cool against her heated skin, and Catherine was suddenly, devastatingly aware of exactly how exposed she was... legs spread, core glistening with evidence of her arousal, unable to hide anything from his gaze.

"God, Catherine," Alex said quietly, and something in his tone made her eyes snap to his face.

His expression was... reverent. Hungry. Completely focused.

Like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"You're perfect," he continued, hands moving to her thighs... warm, possessive, spreading her legs wider with gentle but inexorable pressure.

Catherine gasped, instinct screaming to close her legs, to hide, to maintain some shred of dignity.

But she couldn't move.

Could only lie there as Alex positioned himself between her spread thighs, his gaze tracking over her most intimate place with attention that felt more invasive than his touch had been.

His hands slid higher on her inner thighs, thumbs brushing dangerously close to where she desperately needed him, and Catherine felt her hips lift involuntarily... seeking, demanding, completely beyond her control.

"That's it," Alex murmured, satisfaction clear in his tone. "Stop thinking. Just feel."

Then his gaze dropped again, focusing on her core with attention that made Catherine want to simultaneously hide and beg him to touch her.

"Beautiful," he said quietly, almost to himself. "So wet. So ready."

His thumbs traced along her inner thighs, moving closer with each pass, and Catherine heard herself whimper... desperate, needy, absolutely shameless.

Alex's eyes returned to hers, holding her gaze with expression that carried both promise and challenge.

"I'm going to make you scream so loud," he said quietly, voice carrying absolute certainty, "that everyone can hear it."

Catherine's breath stopped entirely.

"Especially your little guard dog," Alex continued, smile widening slightly. "Adrian."

The name hung between them... deliberate provocation, calculated to make her aware of exactly what was about to happen and who might hear.

Before Catherine could process what he'd said about Adrian... before she could think about who might hear or what it meant... Alex moved.

Lowered himself.

His mouth descended to her core with deliberate intent, and the first touch of his tongue against her most sensitive flesh made Catherine's back arch off the bench entirely.

"Ah—!"

The sound tore from her throat... sharp, desperate, completely involuntary.

Alex's tongue moved again... slow, exploratory, tracing through her folds with precision that suggested he was learning her, mapping every response, cataloging what made her gasp.

"So sweet," he murmured against her, voice vibrating through her core. "So fucking delicious."

Catherine whimpered... high, breathy, helpless... as his tongue found her most sensitive spot and circled with maddening slowness.

"Alex—"

"That's it," he said quietly, breath hot against her wetness. "Say my name. Let me hear you."

His tongue pressed flat against her, licking upward with pressure that made Catherine's vision blur, and the moan that escaped was louder... unrestrained, shameless.

"Oh God—"

Alex's hands gripped her thighs, holding her open, keeping her exposed and vulnerable while his mouth worked with devastating skill... alternating between broad strokes and focused attention, between gentle and demanding, reading every gasp and whimper like instructions.

Catherine's hands clutched at the bench beneath her, knuckles white, seeking something... anything... to anchor herself as sensation built with intensity that felt close to overwhelming.

His tongue dipped lower... past her entrance, tasting deeper... and Catherine heard herself make sounds she'd never made before.

Guttural. Primitive. Completely beyond conscious control.

"Fuck... Alex... please..."

"Please what?" Alex asked against her flesh, and the vibration made Catherine's hips buck involuntarily.

"I don't... I can't..." Words were impossible. Thought was impossible. All that existed was his mouth and the pleasure building with each pass of his tongue.

Then his tongue pushed inside.

Not deep... just enough to make Catherine feel penetrated, claimed, utterly at his mercy... and the cry that tore from her throat was his name, loud and desperate.

"ALEX!"

"Good girl," he murmured, satisfaction clear even muffled against her core. "Now let's see how loud you really get."

His tongue withdrew, returning to her most sensitive spot with renewed focus, and simultaneously... without warning... his finger pressed inside.

Just one.

But the sudden penetration... the stretch, the fullness, the reality of him inside her... made Catherine's entire body go rigid.

"AH—!"

It was too much.

The combination of his tongue circling relentlessly and his finger sliding deeper, curling slightly, finding some spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes...

Catherine's mind went blank.

Completely.

Utterly.

White noise replaced thought. Sensation replaced consciousness. Nothing existed except his mouth, his finger, the unbearable pleasure building toward something that felt like it might shatter her entirely.

Her hips moved without permission... grinding against his mouth, riding his finger... chasing release with abandon that would have mortified her if she'd been capable of self-awareness.

But she wasn't.

All that remained was need.

Desperate.

Overwhelming.

All-consuming.

"Alex... I'm... I can't..."

"Yes, you can," Alex said against her, adding a second finger that made Catherine scream. "Come for me, Catherine. Let everyone hear."

His fingers curled inside her... finding that spot, that devastating place that made thought impossible... while his mouth sealed over her most sensitive point with focused intensity.

The combination was too much.

Catherine shattered.

"ALEX!"

Her scream tore through the afternoon air... loud, unrestrained, his name ripped from her throat with force that left it raw.

The orgasm crashed through her like lightning... white-hot, overwhelming, obliterating everything except pure sensation that felt like it might tear her apart.

Her back arched violently off the bench, thighs clamping around Alex's head, hands flying to his hair and gripping hard enough to hurt as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her with intensity that felt close to unbearable.

"AH... ALEX... OH GOD..."

She couldn't stop screaming.

Couldn't control the sounds tearing from her throat... desperate, guttural, completely shameless... as Alex's fingers continued their relentless rhythm and his tongue refused to let up.

The pleasure peaked... held... then peaked again, higher, impossibly more intense, and Catherine heard herself sobbing his name like prayer or curse or both.

"Alex... please... I can't..."

But he didn't stop.

Not until her body went limp, trembling, completely spent... every muscle turned to water, breath coming in ragged gasps that shook her entire frame.

Only then did Alex's mouth leave her, his fingers withdrawing with aching slowness that made Catherine whimper at the loss.

Silence settled over them... broken only by Catherine's harsh breathing and the distant sound of water from the pool.

"Hah... hah... hah..."

Catherine lay there, chest heaving, unable to move, unable to think, unable to do anything except try to remember how to breathe.

Alex rose slowly, positioning himself above her, and when Catherine finally managed to open her eyes, she found him watching her with expression that mixed satisfaction and hunger in equal measure.

His lips glistened with evidence of what he'd just done, and something in his smile made Catherine's breath catch despite her exhaustion.

"Beautiful," Alex said quietly, voice rough with satisfaction. "You sound even better than I imagined."

He leaned down, capturing her mouth in kiss that let her taste herself on his lips.

"And we're just getting started."

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