Alex hesitated above Charlee, looking down on her as she lay on the bed. Her hair was fanned out around her head, a rich auburn color in the sparse lighting. He leaned down to kiss her again, feeling her trembling fingers burrow into his hair, pulling gently and creating an exquisite pressure on his scalp. Their lips broke apart, but hers continued tracing the outline of his face with gentle kisses.
He closed his eyes, letting his hand roam down the side of her torso until it came to a rest on her hip. Her shirt had ridden up there, exposing a patch of warm, soft skin. He caressed it with his thumb for a moment, before starting to pull the shirt over her head. When it was off, he straightened to get rid of his own shirt. He tossed it aside and it landed on the floor next to the bed.
Leaning down again, he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, breathing deeply. God, he loved her, every little thing about her. He couldn’t lose her; and yet, even as their bodies were pressed so close together, he could feel her slipping away, maybe not in this moment, but sometime. He couldn’t change, not even for her, and his cunning mistress would always demand more.
He placed a fervent kiss on her neck, just below her ear, then another next to it, and another, until he had made his way to her mouth again.