Alexander grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Olivia pulled greedily at his tee shirt.

“Always so needy, Miss Adler. Patience, my Love,” he whispered as he lowered down her body, licking her stomach, kissing her waist. “Let me worship you.”

Olivia moaned again, her senses on overload. She bucked her hips once more, telling him to take off her jeans. Alexander smiled and obeyed the command Olivia gave with her body, unbuttoning her jeans and slowly unzipping them.

“God, Alex, you’re killing me,” Olivia breathed, throwing her arm over her head. Blood coursed through her veins, lighting her body on fire from his touch.

“I told you already. Patience, darling.”

Olivia exhaled before pushing Alexander off her into a sitting position. “I’m done being patient,” she growled. She reached for his shirt and yanked it over his head. Her eyes took in the beautiful man, straddling him. She could feel his erection through his jeans as she circled her hips around his waist and kissed his neck.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Alexander said, flipping Olivia onto her back. “I’m driving.” He unbuttoned his jeans and carefully stepped out of them.

“You like the control, don’t you?” Olivia asked when Alexander climbed on top of her.

“Yes. And you like it when I’m in control, don’t you?”

Olivia stared at Alexander, deep in thought.

He grabbed both her arms and pinned them over her head with one of his hands. “I know you do, Miss Adler. You love it when I tell you what to do.”

Olivia blushed and turned her head to see the Germans invading France in the movie.

“Now’s not the time to turn shy on me, Olivia. Say it. You like it when I’m controlling you.”

“Yes. I do,” she replied quietly. “It turns me on like I’ve never been turned on before.” Her heart raced with anticipation, his brilliant eyes boring holes through her soul.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now, remember what I like.”

“Yes, Mr. Burnham.”

“Oh God, Olivia,” Alexander exclaimed, pushing into her, making her moan. But unlike so many other times, he went slow, his motions deliberate, filling her to the brim with pleasure and then slowly withdrawing before continuing with the same movement.

He was in control, but that time felt so different. It was as if he was trying to tell Olivia something with the way he entered her, planting kisses all over her body. She ran her fingers through his unruly hair and pulled his lips to hers. She knew she was falling for that man, but refused to admit it to herself or anyone else.

Her heart swelled with a strange emotion. She felt so fulfilled, she thought she might cry. Alexander was pushing her closer and closer to the edge with each slow movement inside her and her body began to quiver beneath his.

She drew his tongue into her mouth, the sensation of his lips on her mouth and him inside her a sensory overload. He retreated, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth, softly nipping it, sending her over the edge. She came undone, the aftershocks of her orgasm trembling around him as he found his own release.

Alexander continued to push gently into her until the last of her tremors ceased. He looked into Olivia’s dark eyes, his breathing irregular.

“That was amazing,” Olivia said. And it had been. She had never felt so fulfilled in her entire life. It was so much more than just sex. It was so much more than anything Olivia had ever experienced in her entire life. She thought that she may have found someone she could possibly spend the rest of her life with. And the thought scared her. She immediately wanted to run as far away as she could, but Kiera’s words sounded in her head, telling her to just dive in.

She pulled Alexander’s mouth back to her own, kissing him deeply and passionately.

“It was pretty fucking great,” Alexander responded, his breathing still rapid. He slid off Olivia and positioned her on her side, facing the television again, his front to her back. He grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over their naked bodies.

“Watch the rest of the movie, Love,” Alexander whispered as he held Olivia in his arms. Within moments, she drifted off, feeling too exhausted to run.

~~~~~~~~~~

Same dream again. The crash. The green-eyed boy. The boy getting knocked out. But instead of seeing black as Olivia normally did, she remained conscious. She saw the green-eyed boy fall to the ground and then stared into the eyes of a man. His eyes were blue and cold and he sneered as he moved toward Olivia in the SUV. Then a loud bang. The blue-eyed man fell to the ground, blood streaming from his head. Olivia screamed.

She heard footsteps running toward the car and she inched away from the open rear driver’s side car door.

“Thomas! Help me with the body! We've got to get him back in his car!” Olivia knew that voice. It was her father’s voice. She tried to call out to him, but couldn’t.

“Jack! Let me take care of it. You’re hurt. You need to get in the car! Now!” It was Olivia’s Uncle Charles’ voice.

“I can do it. Just help me.”

“Get in the car and check on your Olivia. Get my son in the car, too. You’re losing a lot of blood and you won’t do much good to me if you pass out now. So move!”

Olivia opened her eyes when the green-eyed boy was placed in the car next to her.

“Olivia, are you okay?” her father asked.

She simply nodded, tears streaming down her face.

“Don’t worry, Livvy. Stop crying,” he said. “Everything will be okay.” Her father closed the rear driver’s side door and climbed in the front. He reclined the seat as far as he could and closed his eyes. “Everything will be okay. Your uncle is going to fix everything, I promise.” It sounded like he was saying that more for himself than anything else.

There was a loud explosion and her parents’ crashed car blew to pieces. Jack’s eyes flung open as Thomas came running toward the SUV. The driver’s side door opened.

“Where’s Mary?” Jack asked, frantically looking at the car engulfed in flames.

Thomas hesitated.

“Where’s Mary, Thomas?” Jack asked firmly.

Thomas lowered his head, shaking it.

Jack cried out. “NO! No, Thomas. We need to go back for her!”

“No, Jack. It’s useless. She’s gone.”

Jack covered his face with his hands and his body shook. Thomas turned around and met Olivia’s eyes. But it was her Uncle Charles. Why was her father calling him Thomas?