Chapter 189

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 fuck 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 powerful strides, one large hand curling around the nape of my neck while the other claimed my waist. "Say it again," he commanded, his breath hot against my lips. "Alexander," I repeated, and he growled low in his throat,