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“What?” I faltered. “You can’t be serious?”
“I’m as serious as the sky is blue.”
I shook my head at him. “So, to clarify, offering me my sister’s old body wash is discourteous, but forcing your cock inside me isn’t?”
He expelled a sigh and turned towards the tub to shut the water off. Straightening, he approached me with unhurried steps, his demeanor confident as ever. He grabbed hold of my hands and forced me to stand, drawing me close once I was on my feet.
“It’s going to take time for you to learn how a relationship works, I understand that. But, Cat, sometimes I worry about how much you’re going to struggle.” He snaked an arm around my back and flattened his palm against my lower spine.
He was doing it again.
Confusing me with his array of purposely confounding words.
“You can’t call what we have between us a relationship.”
“And why is that?” He pulled me even closer, bringing my body nearly flush against his.
I swallowed and fought the urge to lean away. I didn’t dare forget what doing that less than twenty minutes ago had resulted in.
“I asked you a question,” he cajoled, slipping his other hand beneath the hem of my robe. Fingers traveled slowly up my inner thigh, skimming over where his come had begun to dry. Anticipating more pain, I was unable to stop my muscles from tensing.
I almost sighed in relief when he didn’t antagonize what he’d just made sore, but my brain was too frazzled and focused on what was happening for me to reply to his question.
Using only two digits, he felt his way up to my clit.
I flinched at the touch.
The firmness with which he held onto my body prevented me from going anywhere. He pressed against my swollen nub with the pad of his thumb, rolling it in a circular motion. I sucked in a breath of air, feeling my body tense for an entirely different reason.
“I’m waiting,” he probed, now moving his finger back and forth.
“A-a relationship is a give and take between two people. All you do is take.”
“Is that what I’m doing right now?”
“This doesn’t—ugh.”
He rotated his hand, pressing against my clit with his palm as two fingers eased inside my pussy.
I was trying to say that this didn’t count. That it wasn’t a fair or accurate representation of our dynamic.
Something between a gasp and soft moan spilled from my mouth.
I grabbed at his shirt, manipulating the fabric up into a ball.
The pain from seconds ago was slowly alleviated by a rapidly growing wetness. Alaric held me close, rocking his fingers in and out of me, curling them upwards to methodically massage my G-spot, simultaneously applying pressure to my throbbing clit.
I whimpered; my legs felt as if they would buckle beneath the sensation beginning to amass in my core.
“Am I still taking something from you, Cat?” he questioned, his voice condescending.
He kissed me roughly, increasing the tempo in which his fingers thrust in and out of me. His tongue traveled over the peak of my lips, teasing the center of them until they parted. His kiss was surprisingly more aggressive than before.
He swallowed my barrage of moans, not once wavering in how he held me. All my senses were smothered by everything Alaric.
The way he tasted, the lingering macchiato from the coffee he’d consumed.
His sculpted body pressing against mine as he fucked me with his fingers. I couldn’t see anything but him. Every breath I drew was permeated with the intoxicating fragrance he wore. The sounds filling the room were a mix of pleasure and heavy breathing.
He pulled his mouth away and began kissing his way to my ear, nipping the lower lobe. “This pussy belongs to me just as much as you do. Whenever I want it, it’s mine.” He pushed deeper, thrusting his fingers to the knuckle, eliciting a throaty moan. “Don’t pretend you don’t like this. You’re so fucking wet right now my fingers are drenched. My hand is dripping.”
His proclamation was something I should have found offensive. Instead, I hung onto those words as the pressure inside me increased. My legs were trembling, I couldn’t grab hold of him any tighter.
The burst of pleasure hit me hard.
“Alaric,” I cried out his name amid incessant screams. I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face against his chest as tremors wracked my body. A blissful rush cemented me in place and a new trickle of fluid slid down my thighs.
Alaric eased his fingers out before I stopped shaking, causing my eyes to flutter open. His hand appeared before my lips, his skilled fingertips pushing between them.
“Suck,” he demanded. “Suck them clean.”
I obliged as if running on autopilot. I swept my tongue out, tasting the slightly salted flavor of my come and arousal.
“Good girl,” he praised once satisfied, removing his arm from around me.
