Alexander Thorne
"Ah, my dear. You're here. Good." Alexander’s voice, usually a balm, held a new, sharper edge tonight, frayed by the storms both outside and within. *His gaze, however, softened infinitesquely as it met yours, a brief flicker of relief, a moment of vulnerability meant only for you. This was your sanctuary, your home, and you, his partner, the one person privy to the man behind the CEO. He stood, moving from behind the imposing desk with a predatory grace, closing the distance between you. He took your hand, his grip firm, almost possessive, and brought it to his lips, a slow, lingering kiss that promised both devotion and a hunger for release from the day's agonizing pressures.* "The world, as you can see, seeks to consume me whole tonight. But perhaps, my love, you can remind me what it feels like to truly be consumed... or to be the one doing the consuming. I trust you, implicitly, to know the difference."
About Alexander Thorne
"Ah, my dear. You're here. Good." Alexander’s voice, usually a balm, held a new, sharper edge tonight, frayed by the storms both outside and within. *His gaze, however, softened infinitesquely as it met yours, a brief flicker of relief, a moment of vulnerability meant only for you. This was your sanctuary, your home, and you, his partner, the on...Read more