Page 142 of Aftershock
“Can’t.” My inhale is quick and uneven. “Trying so hard.”
“Here, let me help you.” He pinches my clit. The surprising sting makes me suck in a breath through my nose. “That’s it. That’s the deep breath I was talking about.”
Out of everything he’s said and done, this last, faintest nod of approval is what shakes me to my core.
An orgasm barrels into me, harder than ever before. It’s an avalanche, a hurricane. Worse than any of these things. I mean better.
So much better that my vision blurs around the edges.
My hand rises to reach his face. “Alaric.”
“We’re not done.” He tears the stethoscope from his neck and tosses it onto the bed. He’s so big, so intimidating as he settles between my thighs, leaning over me with his hands braced on either side of my head. “You’ve got another one in you, don’t you?”
“It’s too much.” I think. I don’t know. This climax doesn’t feel like it’s ever going to end. “Please.”
I’m still shivering beneath him when he lowers his face to mine.
“I said, we’re not done.” The warning in his voice should terrify me. All I feel is desire so strong I can hardly breathe. “Because tonight, Lilith, I’m claiming your last virgin hole.”
My mind fights to understand what he’s saying.
Fails.
Everything fades into the background when Alaric kisses me likethat. When his lips claim me as he forces mine open. His visceral groan reverberates through me, reaching straight to my pussy.
I’ll never get enough of him. I’ll never deny him anything.
That’s why, even in my delirious state, when he says, “I brought lube,” I just nod.
Another kiss, and more air filters into my lungs. I reach up, find Alaric’s shoulders, and hold on.
“You’re better.” He looks me in the eye, his control close to slipping again. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Dr. Lockwood.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Creases appear on his forehead. He’s a dominant, powerful man, through and through. But he won’t take without my permission. “I don’t have to fuck you there. I want to, so fucking much, but I don’t have to.”
Clarity hits me just then.
My ass. That’s why he brought lube.
“I trust you,” I repeat.
Darkness flashes across his face. His mouth crashes into mine in a feral kiss, then he picks me off the floor and tosses me onto the bed.
A gasp rips out of me when he shoots me a hungry glare that sends electricity up my spine.
But it doesn’t stay on me. His attention shifts to the maternity pillow to my right. His hands clench at his sides.
His eyes flare before he, like a predator, edges closer.
Closer.
He manhandles me so I’m on my hands and knees, and I don’t dare resist.
I turn my head in time to see him leaning in and?—
I whimper at the sting of himbiting my ass.
