~ALEXANDRO'S POV~

Lauren tastes like champagne and sin.

Sweet and intoxicating, like something I’ll never get enough of. Her breath hitches as I slide my fingers deeper, stretching her open, pulling soft little moans from her lips that I want to claim as mine.

She’s gripping the tablecloth like it’s the only thing tethering her to reality, but I know she’s already lost. Lost in me. In this.

“Look at you,” I murmur against her thigh. “So beautiful. So fucking perfect.”

She squirms, a flush blooming across her chest, and I know she’s still fighting it—still holding onto some fragile thread of control.

But I want her to let go....