Page 123 of Aftershock
“I trustyou.” If I didn’t, I never would have allowed myself to fall for a killer. “So much. Do what you want with me.”
“You don’t even know what it is.” His teeth tease my earlobe. Though it should be impossible at this point, the light touch sends more heat between my thighs. “And you agree? Just like that?”
“Yes.” I’d put my life in his hands a million times if he asked. I’m safe with him. “Please.”
He tears his lips away from me, his gaze wild as he stares me down.
“What if this is what I want?” His hand applies even more pressure on either side of my neck. “What if I demand the air you breathe?”
“Take…” The lack of oxygen and the black dots swimming at the edges of my vision mean nothing to me. He won’t kill me. He knows what he’s doing, and that’s possessing me. “It.”
“Why?” His fingers ease around my throat for a moment. Then they close again. “Why would you trust me?”
There are things I could say to him right now. Lots of things.
Like how I have faith my hero will never let me down.
How I believe him when he says he loves me.
How I think—no,know—he has the biggest heart in the whole wide world.
But why talk when I can show him?
He draws his head back just in time for me to look at him while I slip my hand under his scrubs. Down his boxers.
And wrap my fingers around his thick, throbbing cock.
“Oh,fuck.” Alaric thrusts into my hand.
By pumping his dick, matching the rhythm of his hips, I tell him I’m not scared of him. That he can be his ruthless, unhinged self around me, and I will trust him anyway.
The low growls and the relentless pace of his hips are wild and perfect. He’s riled up. A beautiful beast.
“Lilith, you?—”
“What?” I breathe out.
“You make me crazy.”
His fingers loosen around me, giving me air right before I pass out.
This is why I put my life in his hands. Why I trust him, no matter what.
As hard and turned on as he is, Alaric is always considerate of me.
“The things I want to do to you.” The blue of his irises has been pushed out, his eyes almost black with desire. “They go against everything I believe in.”
“What things?” Ignoring the darkness bleeding from him, I stroke him faster, from root to tip. I trace theunderside of his head the way he likes, then go back to pumping him. “Tell me.”
“Owning you doesn’t begin to cover it. If I could—fuck—I’d imprint myself on every part of you.” Both pride and arousal spread like wildfire across my skin when I feel precum wetting his tip. When he groans as I rub it over the swollen crown. “I’d have you walking around with my cum on your tits. Bite marks on your shoulders. Between your thighs.”
“I want that.” I hope like hell he hears me. That he understands that I don’t simply love his deviant thoughts. That I love and accept everything about him. “Besides, if you were the bad person you think you are, you wouldn’t have become a doctor. You wouldn’t have saved my life.”
“Any…” His eyebrows shoot down. Lips parting, a hushed moan slips past them when I circle his wet opening with my thumb. “Any doctor could’ve done that.”
“Not like you did.” The feel of his hand working my jeans open is dizzying. “You waited for me to wake up.” Despite my growing need, tears brim in my eyes. “You reassured me Mom wouldn’t come back. That night, bruised and in pain, I took my first breath in a long time. All thanks to you.”
“Lilith.” The sound he makes in the back of his throat is one of anguish. “Goddamn you.”
