Ross imagined the moment vividly—Alexa's body trembling, lips parted in a mixture of defiance and longing, her hands reaching for him despite herself.
The thrill of that image made his pulse quicken.
Ross's grin widened into something sharper, more feral. Patience would be key.
Rush too soon, and the game would be lost. But linger, and every step would heighten the tension, sharpen the desire, and make the eventual conquest all the more intoxicating.
Every encounter, every glance, every subtle touch would draw her deeper into his influence, making the final victory—a night, an encounter, a claim over her body and mind—unforgettable.
He leaned back fully, eyes glinting with satisfaction and dark excitement.
Alexa was a challenge unlike any he had faced before, and he relished it.
The hunt, the planning, the anticipation—every part of it thrilled him more than any conquest so far.
