If he didn’t know any better, Andreas would’ve thought that the young, pretty thing was one hell of a high priced whore.  It wasn’t just his face and body that were perfect; it was in his voice and in the way he moved.  The assassin had been playfully accused of the same things, and in some cases he used his looks to his advantage, but Alex had that one thing he didn’t.  Alex was innocent.  Maybe not a virgin, but he was as much a stranger to pleasure as one, it would seem, and as new to the great big world as a newborn kitten.  It was a delicate balance, the sinful and the pure, like sweetened cream in a hot, strong coffee.<br/><br/>“You really are an insatiable little thing, aren’t you?” he purred against his lover’s ear.  He felt the damp fingers in his hair and took a steadying breath.  He could easily rally his body into a round two, but what about Alex’s?  He’d already said there was pain, and water wasn’t the best of lubricants.<br/><br/>“Come here,” he whispered, turning Alex and pressing him into the tiled corner of the shower.  The assassin sank down onto his knees in front of the sweet beauty and licked up his thigh.  “I don’t want you to think for one damned minute that I can’t satisfy you,” he teased.  “Now I’m going to have to milk you dry.”