"You looked beautiful tonight."
Alpha and I were at home, later that night. Alpha was naked in bed whilst I sat at the antique dressing table and took off my jewelry. I watched Alpha in the mirror as he watched me. He had that hungry look in his eyes that makes me shiver.
I paused in the act of removing my earrings and studied him. He is a deeply attractive man with broad shoulders, great hair and eyes and a smile that melts me. He's Patrick Dempsey and George Clooney. I don't want to make him sound unreal or a fantasy. I am a very lucky girl with a strong and virile male who happens to be my idea of heartthrob hero.
"Come to bed, baby." He held his hand out to me but I ignored him and shook my head. Taking my time I removed my jewelry and then stood to remove my underwear. Standing at the foot of the bed, in front of Alpha, I unclipped my bra and dropped it on the floor. He bolstered the pillows so that he could get a better view and watched me with that absurd smile on his face - the one that reminds me just how much he loves me and makes me weak willed and pliant.
Next came my knickers which I rolled slowly down my thighs before flicking up and away. Alpha tells me I undress like an explosion: knickers on the light shade, bra on the dressing table, one stocking in the lounge, the other taken to bed as makeshift handcuffs...
I stood naked before him and bit my lower lip. My hands on my hips I let him take his fill of me. He leaned forward and grabbed my arm, pulling me onto the bed until I was sprawled across him. He held me there against his chest and we lay still. I listened to his heartbeat and snuggled closer. He wrapped his arms tighter around me and I sighed, content.
He loves me you see.
