Not over

Alexander's blood roared in his veins, the sound like thunder in his ears. No one had ever commanded him like that before, and yet he found himself obeying, unable to resist the power of her words. 

"Fuck," 

He cursed, the word slipping past his lips before he could stop it. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and wide, as he continued to undress. His hands continued to undo his shirt, the fabric slowly giving way to reveal his broad chest and taut abs. He could feel her eyes on him, tracing the muscles and lines of his body, and it only fueled the fire within him. He wasn't used to being the one being watched, the one being commanded, but somehow, it felt unbelievably erotic to be at her mercy.