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I'm so very very happy that you liked the previous chapter :D Seriously guys, thank you so much for all your kind words :)

And as I promised, here's the second part of the chapter... Alex's POV of course ;)

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The warmth of the water had massaged away the tension I felt gathered on the sore muscles of my neck and shoulders since the previous night, and swimming had pushed aside the tiredness that was oppressing my mind.

Even the constant pressure between my legs had reduced during my relaxing moment, but said pressure returned with a vengeance when I saw the guest that I was expecting that night standing right in front of me when I resurfaced.

I noticed immediately how nervous she looked, way more than last time, watching as she kept shifting unconsciously on her spot, but at the same time, her face showed something else as soon as her eyes met mine. Something that I couldn't describe.

Something that I couldn't pay too much attention to despite how magnetic it was and how intriguing it appeared on her face, because knowing that she was feeling nervous, the last thing I wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable.

My need could wait a little longer.

The thing that couldn't wait and that I didn't want, was to see her so anxious and tense, glad that it took only a couple of attempts and a bit of persuasion to get her into the pool with me, noticing how her features became immediately softer and how her shoulders relaxed as soon as they touched the warm water.

But for me it still wasn't enough. And I don't know if I did it because it seemed the most gentle first move I could come up with or if I wanted to see what kind of reaction I would have pulled from her. Maybe it was a combination of both. Or maybe neither one of the two.

All I knew, was that having her standing right in front of me, naked and a bit flushed, proved to be too much. The images and memories of a few nights previous, for how much vivid and detailed they were in my mind, were not enough anymore. My leggendary self control was still in place, but strangely enough, it didn't seem to be so solid and stable at the moment.

I started the kiss as softly as I could, not wanting to startle her but giving her enough hints to let her know what I was going to do.

What I wasn't expecting however, was to feel the spark inside of me burning as if someone had just thrown a tank of fuel on it when I felt her lips moving in perfect sync with mine and her arms coming up to rest around my shoulder, feeling her body finally melting against mine.

It felt good.

More than just good actually.

It loosened that part inside of me that I had tried so hard to keep chained for two long days.

It made me pulse with electricity, feeding even more by the reactions I was getting from her, pleased that she seemed to enjoy the moment as much as I was; it only added more excitement and complicity in something so simple... Yet delightful.

But the beast inside of me didn't roar as vigorously as I expected, it kept pulling, showing the sharp fangs but still restrained under my power while I savoured those sweet sounds that were escaping from her throat as my hands explored the smooth skin of her body, swallowing them as appetizers, letting them feed my growing arousal. And it was in that moment, that from a deeper, barely visible spot inside me, under all those lively emotions, I felt a new sensation trying to surface.

It was smaller.

It started like a tingling in my abdomen.

Turning into a dull vibration that spread in my ribcage, swelling my chest with an unknown sense of warmth and that only at the end reached my core.

It felt so foreign, but also strangely pleasant and captivating.

And whatever it was, from the moment I acknowledged its presence, it never left.

Not completely.

Becoming stronger but in a soft way when I watched and felt her coming, when I saw the distinctive look of pleasure crossing her face and catching a glimpse of lust darkening her half lidded eyes before she buried her face in the crook of my neck.

An unexpected but certainly not unwelcome reaction; and in those short few moments, I couldn't help but notice how she looked like a completely different person from the one I had met just a couple of nights previous.

The embarrassment was only evident when she pulled back from my neck, diverting her gaze from mine, but the gesture that made me smile genuinely and that I couldn't help but find tenderly amusing, was how she not only remained wrapped around me, but how she, probably unconsciously, instinctively, tightened the hold she had around my shoulders and waist.

It was in that moment that I felt something shift in the air.

Maybe it was just an impression, not being used to feel certain strangely pleasant sensations in a moment that involved just such a simple contact, but I couldn't find a reason because I shouldn't have enjoyed it like she seemed she was doing.

So I did, and the only thing that left me puzzled, was when I kept feeling its presence even after she had released the hold around me several minutes later.

The question kept bouncing in the back of my mind until we were inside the house, both still wrapped in the towels as I lead her on the upper floor.

She looked still a bit disoriented, ever since the moment I saw her exiting from the pool, but as we walked down the upper hallway I could feel her gaze fixed on my profile, and whenever I turned my head to look at her at my side, she would have always diverted her eyes from me, tilting her head down or looking elsewhere. And what initially was a soft shade of pink on her cheeks, spread quickly into a furious red blush that started to extend down her neck with every stolen glance, and of course, such reaction only had me smirk more and more until not even halfway on the hallway a wide amused grin had formed on my face.

I was considering to ask her if everything was okay, when I noticed that she had slowed down until she stopped completely a couple of steps behind me.

And at that point, the amused grin on my face turned into a light frown of confusion before a small sincere smile replaced it immediately when I saw in front of what she had stopped.

"Do you like it?" I found myself asking spontaneously as I reached her side.

Despite my soft tone, I still managed to startle a little the young woman whose gaze turned towards me at the sound of my voice, looking a bit embarrassed having been caught watching the painting.

"I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay," I reassured her with another honest smile, not wanting to make her feel even more nervous. "My friend mentioned you had noticed this last time..."

I watched as my smile caused a small timid one on her own lips, deepening further the blush on her face before her gaze returned to the surrealist landscape hung on the wall.

"It's just so intriguing and full of sentiment..." She replied, admiration dripping from every word as her eyes filled with astonishment.

I took another step closer towards her, captured by the emotions that I saw flashing in her eyes as she studied the piece in front of her, and without diverting my gaze from her face, before I even considered what I was actually doing, but guided by a sudden curiosity to know, I asked "What do you see?"

As part of me was expecting, the sound of my voice was enough to pull her back from her amazement, her gaze returned towards me with a new shy expression covering her features as her hand played nervously with the hem of the towel she had wrapped around her shoulders.

"I'm afraid that whatever I'm going to say wouldn't be enough to describe its depth and beauty..." She offered with a light shake of her head before she bit down on her bottom lip, but something in her eyes, the light that had made them brighter since her gaze had landed on the ornate framed canvas, was telling me a different version of the answer she had offered to me, stimulating even more my curiosity, and another part of me... Something that I couldn't place or understand fully, but that was strong enough that made me insist, hoping that all it needed to convince her was just another small dose of persuasion.

"Everyone can interpret this as they please. Try..." I encouraged her softly.

Her eyes returned to look directly into mine, as if she was looking for the sincerity of my words, and when she found it, I saw her biting on the inside of her cheek before her gaze shifted once again to return on the painting.

The landscape was nothing impressive; the sea occupied half of the canvas from the right, while on the left side was raffigured the first part of an secluded beach that grew into hills and then into high rocky mountains, and the whole scene seemed to be taken just in the moment that followed the sunset, when the sun is nowhere in sight, but the sky is still bright, playing on many shades of pink on the horizon until it becomes darker with touches of purple and blue further up in the sky and towards the mountains.

"It's like nothing I've ever seen before," I was brought back into reality by the soft voice of my guest that sounded once again filled with the same amazement I saw flashing in her eyes before, capturing my attention and curiosity as she continued.

"The use of such warm colours is so unusual in surrealism, as it is the absence of deformed figures or fantastic and disturbing creatures, but I can tell it still remain the rappresentation of the subconscious, a dream, for how some of the elements are represented, like the trees, which are not showed singularly but packed to assemble the hills, forming the thick forest at the foot of the mountains, where the lenght of their trunk is the only part that make them recognizable for whom is watching." I could hear in her voice how much her confidence seemed to become stronger after only a few words, impressing me with the details that she had noticed, fascinated the more she continued to describe it as her attention turned towards the next particular.

"The sea is still, there are no waves or ripples anywhere expect for these ones," I smirked, unable to suppress it as my eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise when I saw her indicating the small patch of water in the distance. "Deliberately painted with the same colours used for the water to make it look like the waving hidden form of a clock; an unconscious symbol of the relativity of time respect the eyes of whom is witnessing this... And this concept brings me to this," She indicated the small, just barely visible human figure, sitting on the far end of the painting on one of the rocks at the base of the moutains, looking towards the horizon.

"The only spectator of this incredible sunset, whose shadow is stretched abnormally, beyond any reason and logic since the sun was obviously on the opposite side from where the shadow should be projected."

She paused as if she was considering carefully what she was going to say next.

"I would say that it is the rappresentation of a dream that might also be a deep, hidden desire of the artist. And what I see, what I feel looking at this, is a sense of loneliness, desolation while the figure remain there waiting hopefully, giving to the painting the same strangely comforting warmth that fills the sky above him, and a hint of... Romanticism." Another small pause, suddenly feeling a bit insecure. " Well, at least for me..."

She concluded softly, her voice trailing off, barely above a whisper as her tone became less confident and more hesitant just like when I first asked her what she saw in it.

Her gaze returned timidly towards me, the hint of a smile on those lips and the same soft blush on her cheeks, and this time, to my immense surprise, I was the one that had to blink a few times to return into reality, swallowing several times to get rid of that lump that would always form in my throat whenever I found myself looking at this painting, impressed beyond belief by her description and interpretation that, oddly enough, had matched almost perfectly what I'd always felt whenever I lost myself into it.

"You couldn't have described it better." I praised her, pushing my glasses further up on the bridge of my nose, trying to cover the flash of sorrow into them as I forced a small smile on my lips, that only became full and sincere when I saw a grin spreading on her face, for the first time showing a pair of graceful dimples on her cheeks that she tried to hide along with her blush tilting her head down.

"Thanks..."

She looked flattered by my compliment and part of me couldn't help but ask if maybe there was a reason because she seemed so much interested in the painting and the rest of the decorations of the house as Nicky had revealed to me a few days previous after she had noticed her looking at my collection. It was refreshing to know that someone had an interest in this subject, and yeah, a great part of me found it... an attractive trait, especially in the young woman who was at my side still wrapped in a towel, clutching it more tightly around her when new shiver shook her body.

Whatever question I was going to ask or just considering to ask was immediately pushed aside when I saw this, coming instinctively closer as if my near presence or the unexpected touch of my hands running up and down on her shoulders was enough to keep her warm.

It wasn't until I saw her raising her gaze, that I noticed how close we were and how her eyes had darkened of a few deeper shades of blue when she saw me standing so close in front of her, when she felt my touch through the towel; tensing for a split second until she registered it before I finally felt her muscles relaxing under my fingertips.

What she had just said about the concept of time was right, because for me, that moment seemed to be stretched into full minutes.

Something that had remained quiet during the description of the painting, had returned in the instant I saw that look flashing in her eyes as she looked into my own before they shifted down towards my mouth. The pink tip of a tongue peeked out to lick a pair of thin but soft lips, I watched her swallowing hard, her gaze returning to me a second later, and at that point those large pools were so dark and deep that the black of the pupil had swallowed a great part of the blue.

My core clenched in a reminder on the hunger that was waiting to be satiated, and that, combined with the warm shallow breaths of my guest caressing my cheek, and the sight of her pulse jumping at the base of her neck, was enough for me to snap out of my stupor to continue with the evening I had planned and was impatentiely waiting for.

I resisted long enough to lead her towards the living room, a few room before my bedroom, feeling as her gaze never left me, and as soon as I had her into the room, I barely managed to close the door before I pinned her against it, so forcefully that I heard her breath hitch in her throat for the surprise, but that turned into a long deep moan as soon as my lips claimed hers in a hungry, bruising kiss.

The towels that were covering our bodies had dropped in the movement leaving us completely naked pressed against each other. Skin against skin. Warmth against the burning heat that I felt inflaming my flesh from the inside out, as if lava itself was running into my veins, clenching my core, feeling it pulse with a desperate need.

The kiss was rough, harsh, deep and full of lust, the exact opposite respect the ones that we had shared in the pool; there was nothing gentle or delicate about it, only fire and a primal need that I couldn't suppress anymore, that bordered into something dangerous, when I felt her responding to my attack with as much passion, but always letting me be the one to control the rhythm and the depth.

She took everything I had to give, making me even more aggressive and demanding when I felt her lifting one of her legs to hook it around my waist, spreading herself wider, offering herself to me as her hands ran down my shoulders, along my back until she reached my ass, pulling me a bit closer to her, so close that I could almost feel her mound coming in contact with mine.

The shyness that I saw only a few minutes before was nowhere to be found as she whimpered and moaned into my mouth with every movement of my hands over her body while I cupped one of her small breast in my hand, squeezing it, teasing one hard nipple between my fingers while my other hand went lower, leaving a few red hungry marks when I raked my fingernails over the skin of her abdomen feeling the muscles there twitching under my touch as she took in a sharp breath through her nose, hearing the long both relieved and desperate moans resonate into her chest in the moment my hand cupped her sex, and at that point I could no longer ignore my need for air as I ripped my lips from hers only to let out a low dangerous growl against her jaw.

She was soaked.

So warm and slick that I had to use more pressure to be able to feel the hard little bud of her clit.

I felt her dug her fingernails into my flesh and her hips buck hard against my hand when I went lower, enchanted by those soft breathless noises I heard falling from her parted lips.

My fingers slipped through her folds, feeling her wetness dripping in my hand, a sensation that combined with her moans and whimpers was threatening to break the last dose of control I had left in me.

It would have been so easy, so gratifying to push forward, to stretch the small ring of muscle at her entrance and feel my fingers being wrapped by the tight clinging wet heat I knew would have found inside.

The thought just made me pulse with need, making it almost impossible to resist when I realized that my fingertips were already pressing slightly forward at her opening, feeling her clit twitching against my palm and her hips bucking against my touch, trying to take me inside.

But my other hand managed to stop her movement before she could succeed, hearing as another frustrated whimper left her lips.

I could have given to her what I knew she wanted, what she was desperately trying to show me she needed, but the selfishness got the better on me when those images that took place in my head increased my arousal beyond any other coherent thought.

This time I was going to take my pleasure first.

I growled again against her neck, biting down on a delicate and sensitive spot of her throat, before I reached her ear to whisper what I hoped would have reassured her.

"You'll have that soon, I promise... But first,"

I pulled back for the next part, and only in that moment, when my eyes fluttered open, I noticed how dark the room was, illuminated only by the light of the moon that was coming through the large glass wall on the opposite side of the room.

But the effect of that light had a breathtaking effect of the soft features of my guest, making her eyes look brighter under the clouds of arousal that had appeared as soon as her gaze found mine.

I licked my lips watching how glistening and puffy were hers after our last passionate deep kiss, remembering how they felt as she pulled and sucked on my bottom lip and imagining them doing the same where I felt myself pulsing with need before I revealed what I wanted, barely recognizing my own voice when I heard it coming out so deep and husky.

"I want to feel the warmth of your mouth on me, the softness of your lips around me and the pressure of your tongue inside me, until I'm be ready to come."

For all the time, I continued to touch her, circling her clit slowly, trapping it between my fingers before I went lower, just teasing at penetration when I mentioned where I wanted to feel her tongue.

The answer that her body gave me was better than any other possible verbal response as I felt her shivering so deliciously in my hands, watching with satisfaction how her half lidded eyes became larger and darker with every word that left my mouth, unable to suppress a smirk when I felt another drop of her juices drip into my hand, thinking that maybe, despite my selfish request, I wasn't going to be the only one that would have took pleasure from it.