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“I don’t know,” I whimper. “I need more.”
Chuckling, he laps at my nipples, turning his head to lick both at once. The ache from his hard grip only seems to add to the pleasure that’s rolling through me from his mouth. I close my eyes; it’s too much. I can’t look at his dark head and stormy eyes as he licks me like I’m his favorite dessert.
“Look at me,” he demands, stopping. “Don’t take your eyes off me for a moment.”
They snap open automatically from the harsh command, and when mine meet his, he lowers his head again. This time he sucks my nipple into his hot mouth, the pressure and heat making me arch as my hips roll. I can’t stay still, it’s too much. My own desire makes me wild. I didn’t know it could be like this. I can barely catch my breath, and he hasn’t really touched me.
And yet I’m rubbing against his thigh unashamedly. I try to stop, I really do, but I need the pressure. I have to have it.
Popping my nipple from his mouth, he blows across it before giving the same treatment to the other. When they are both red and glistening with his saliva, he releases them, rips the bra off, and tosses it away as he continues down my body. He licks and kisses every inch, from my prominent ribs to my flat stomach. Alaric circles my belly button with his tongue before dipping inside, making me gasp his name.
“Good girl,” he praises as he kisses just below it, and I stiffen.
He ignores it, stroking at sides until I relax, and then he continues on, kissing and licking along the edge of the tiny panties hiding my embarrassingly wet pussy from him.
But he’s not a man to be denied, and he already said he owns every inch of me.
“I want to see every part of you,” he murmurs against my skin, and he hooks his fingers under the side of my panties.
I throw my arm across my eyes. I can’t bring myself to look as he slowly tugs them down. He stops to place open-mouthed kisses across my hips, and then I feel the glide of the fabric over my thighs before he moves them over my calves, stopping to kiss both. Lifting my arm slightly, I peek to see him watching me as he lifts one foot, kissing the sensitive underside, then tugs the panties off before tossing them to the floor with my other scattered clothes.
I’m totally naked under him, shaking, flushed, and so turned on I want to cry. But my embarrassment takes that edge away, and I slam my thighs closed.
His eyes narrow. “Layla,” he warns. “You’re mine, every delicious perfect inch. Now let me see you.” When I don’t move, he reaches up, grips my neck, and squeezes. “Now,” he snarls, and when I obey him, parting my thighs a few inches, he strokes my sensitive neck and lets go. “Good girl. Wider, let me see my pussy.”
Biting my lips, I let my thighs fall open. I squeeze my eyes closed, unable to look at him as cool air blows across my overheated wet pussy.
“Fuck, you are so goddamn wet, baby girl.”
I try to close my thighs again, but his big hands are there, parting them farther, and when I look, he’s staring at my pussy and licking his lips.
“Is that a good thing?” I ask.
“Good? Fucking phenomenal,” he snarls. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Reaching out, like the first time he touched my breasts, he drags one fingertip down my lips. I gasp, and he lifts it into the air, watching it glisten with my cream before he meets my gaze and sucks it into his mouth. His tongue wraps around the tip, tasting me. I still as he sucks it hard before popping it from his mouth.
“Holy fuck, baby girl, you taste so sweet. I can’t wait to feel my tongue bathed in it.”
He slides his entire palm down my core like he can’t resist and sweeps his tongue along his hand, tasting more of me as he groans.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, my pussy clenching from his attention. “Alaric.”
“I love the way you say my name,” he murmurs as he touches me again. He parts my lips and stares at my pussy. “I want you to keep saying it while I taste this pretty pink cunt of yours.”
Then, without warning, he drops to his belly between my thighs and throws them over his wide shoulders. My hands scramble on the bed, fisting the silk as his fingers part me again and his tongue drags down my folds, tasting every inch just like he said. The warmth and the feel of it makes me whimper his name as I give into the desire heating my veins.
“Alaric!” I cry out, hoping Zoey can’t hear, but I couldn’t stop myself even if I tried. He slides his tongue along me, again and again, circling my throbbing clit and then down to my clenching hole. He tastes every part of me, leaving nothing untouched.
“Greedy fucking girl, aren’t you?” he growls between my thighs, the vibration making me whimper as my hips gyrate.
His big hands span my thighs, holding me in place for his eyes and mouth, leaving me open and vulnerable. My cheeks redden, knowing he can see how wet I am—embarrassingly so for him—but if anything, it only seems to please him more.
“Please,” I beg. “I need to come.”
“Soon,” he promises, soothing my clit with his tongue then lashing it before sucking it into his mouth like he did my nipple.
The pleasure slams through me and I scream, threading my fingers through his hair and tugging on it. Suddenly he rips himself away, panting.
