Alex stood with one shoulder against the stall door, weight settled, completely at ease. His mouth was curled in that same unhurried smirk as he looked down at the woman on her knees.
Naomi's eyes were locked on him from below, wet and stubborn, as she threw every technique she possessed into the fight.
But it simply wasn't enough.
Against an ordinary man, the scalding heat and rhythm of her mouth would have shattered his composure in seconds. But Alex remained an unyielding monolith, barely shifting as her best efforts were swallowed whole by his sheer scale.
Her jaw muscles ached with a dull, throb of exhaustion, pushed beyond their natural stretch for too long. A hot bead of moisture spilled over her lower lash line, trailing down her flushed cheek, followed quickly by another as her body betrayed her will. Saliva she couldn't swallow slicked down the corner of her lips and dripped onto her knuckles.
Yet she refused to pull back.
