And like this morning, he senses my reaction and doubles down, sending me higher.
“It’s better than I even dreamed it would be.” He lavishes my pussy with long, hot licks as he peers up.
The sight of him on his knees, feasting with abandon, is mesmerizing.
As he ravages my core, licking and sucking, fucking me with his tongue, he keeps his face buried between my thighs. He never stops or falters, moaning his own pleasure as warmth and indulgence gather in my core.
When I’m close, I suck in a breath to warn him, but my brain is mush, my thoughts jumbled, making it impossible to utter a single word.
“That’s it, angel. You’re so wet for me. You taste so good. I can’t get enough of this juicy little cunt. By the way you’re practically fucking my face, you’ve got to be close. Be a good girl and let go for me now.”
His encouragement is my undoing.
With a high-pitched scream, I detonate, blinding pleasure scorching through my veins as liquid lust undulates from my center.
The cool, firm marble below my body provides the perfect resistance as he keeps eating, fucking me with his tongue and lapping at my clit like he can’t get enough.
When the sensations become too much, I cry out, one hand shooting down in search of him.
He catches it and rises to his feet, hooded eyes boring into me.
“Perfection in human form.” He places a chaste kiss on my knuckles. As he pulls back, he subtly wipes remnants of my pleasure from his mouth.
I can’t help but giggle.
I don’t need to see my reflection to know I’m a mess. But when he tells me I’m perfect, it does something to my brain that I can’t begin to figure out.
He says it often, with so much confidence. As if he genuinely believes it.
“Stay there.” He snags a clean washcloth from the other side of the counter and turns on the faucet. After giving the water a few seconds to warm up, he soaks the cloth and wrings it out.
He falls back onto his haunches and runs the warm, wet cloth all over my pussy and inner thighs. Then he places a chaste kiss on my clit and stands, grinning.
“Come on.” He holds out one hand to help me off the counter. “I need to hold you now.”
Once I’m steady, he bends and scoops me up, literally sweeping me off my feet.
“Alaric. What are you doing?” I squeal, head thrown back.
“I’m taking you to bed,” he tells me, his voice low and growly.
“To just sleep?” I tease, curling against his bare chest as he navigates through the bathroom into the bedroom. Halfway to the bed, a yawn escapes me.
He chuckles softly, then lets out a wide yawn of his own. “Yes, angel. We’re both satisfied, and I’m desperate to hold you. It’s time to sleep.”
CHAPTER 33
EVANGELINE
Warm, golden sunlight streams between the blackout curtains, illuminating a narrow channel across the hotel room. It’s just bright enough to allow me to really take Alaric in.
As promised, he held me all night long. And just like the night before, I felt safe and wanted and utterly cared for as I slept in his arms.
Sleeping soundly, he looks so unguarded and relaxed. He’s so serious when he’s working or talking to the media. Right now, lying here in the light of a new day, he looks softer. The peacefulness of his expression is only accentuated by the deep, even breathing and steady rise and fall of his chest.
The stubble on his face is thicker than I’ve ever seen. He must shave every morning if this is what it looks like after one night’s growth.
His sharp cheekbones and the angles of his jaw are so classically handsome. His gray is barely noticeable from far away, and although most of it is restricted to his temples, the dark strands on the top are threaded with hints of silver as well. This time I’ve been given to study all the subtle details that make this man who he is up close is a privilege. I love that I get to see him like this.
