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“Nyssa.” He moaned.

My tongue danced over his nipple, flicking until he gave a low, guttural growl. He wasn’t Mr. In Charge now, was he?

No.

He was mine.

I reached for his belt as he tugged my dress up, his fingers splayed out, moving across my hips to my waist. Then he rose. He gripped me against him, then turned, placing me on the end of his desk.

Still half dressed he rose in front of me.

Then with that pale, fixed stare he slowly dropped to his knees.

His hands ran along my legs, easing them apart as he hit the ground.

“I’ve been waiting to do this all goddamn day.” He murmured.

My dress was pushed higher. One leg captured, then lifted to his shoulder. He dragged his thumb down the crease of me, then leaned in and reached up, capturing my panties and dragged them down.

I leaned back, braced my hands on his desk and lifted my hips, letting him tug my panties down my legs. They were gone in an instant. He kissed me gently, dragging those hard lips along the inside of my thigh.

I shivered with the warmth of his breath. Then froze as he leaned closer… and licked me.

A low, throaty sound came from him.

I didn’t have a chance to think.

Or breathe.

His mouth moved again, this time deeper.

“Oh… my, God.” I whimpered.

“He,” Alaric rubbed his finger over part of me that made me buck, then slowly pushed inside. “Won’t help you here.”

I arched my back as he moved inside me.

His mouth was on me again.

Hungry.

Incensed.

Ravenous.

All thoughts left me.

And reality went with it.

All that was left was hunger.

Need.

And that mouth.

God, that mouth.

I bucked with the sensation. One hand going to his hair. Fingers spearing deep, then gripped harder.