His hands were cold. Either that or her body was on fire from his gaze. No words or touch were needed for her to feel a quiver deep inside her, shaking her to the core of her arousal. Her soft mound of lips threatened to release the dam that was about to break and it was all because of his presence.


Alyssa had never felt a surge of a throbbing heartbeat between her legs before just from speaking to someone but that was exactly what happened from the first time she heard his voice. It made no logical sense to her. She was a strong willed woman; independent. How did this man command her attention and why was it focused solely on her sexuality? Why did she feel the need to please him?


He was tall with dark eyes and sensuous lips. He was one of those people, who, when they walked into the room, the energy changed. He carried himself with confidence and quiet superiority. This man wasn’t arrogant, although she had the inclination he could be. He wasn’t though. Humble wouldn’t describe him either. He exuded confidence and dripped with sexual electricity.


He had a name, sure. Names were just fancy labels stuck on us at birth, burdened to carry certain stigmas attached to the name parents thought were fitting at the time, not thinking that their baby would grow up to be a strong and virile man that could possibly not live up to the strength of the name or would be so powerful, the name wouldn’t fit.


How she met him wasn’t important. She met him and that was all that mattered in her small world. She once thought she was destined for great things but life had other plans. Maybe she didn’t fight hard enough but she still had a drive in her that could conquer anything… except this man who consumed her thoughts.


Alyssa found herself fantasizing more than usual about this mysterious individual. Usually she could read people very well but he was a challenge she couldn’t quite figure out. That alone added to the attraction. She found herself nervous in his presence for no reason at all, even though he was the perfect gentleman. She could see in his eyes there was a darkness there that coincided with her own dark desires and she hoped one day they would merge into a frenzy of passion.


God he made her hot. She felt like a silly school girl again, knots forming in her stomach. It was pure lust. She knew that but didn’t know why or how someone could give her such an overwhelming need to please him. Unchartered territory. She knew what she liked and what she would and would not do but from speaking to him, her concrete walls crumbled. All bets were off and she knew if allowed, she would push through any boundary she had set for herself.


Alyssa walked into the room; he was lying naked on his back.