Page 43 of Aftershock
“Oh!” I yelp at the feel of his lips on my butt cheek.
He’s sucking his cum off me.
My eyebrows shoot up, but I’m too overwhelmed to ask why he did that. So I just watch this gorgeous, attentive man as he adjusts my jeans and moves to stand at my side.
His cheeks are slightly puffed, and that, too, confuses me. Before I can make sense of it, though, he hooks an arm around my back, pulling me away from the wall and against him.
There’s no mistaking how hard he is all over again, yet he isn’t asking for another round.
No. His fingers catch my chin, and Alaric tilts my face closer to his, until those blue eyes are all I see.
The air in the room crackles for the longest second before he tugs at my bottom lip, a silent demand to open wide.
Eager to please him, I obey.
Every pore in my body is aware of this man as he leans in, his lips hovering over mine.
Then.Then.
He releases his spit and the cum he sucked off me into my waiting mouth.
Everything we’ve done so far pales in comparison to this territorial act, one of ownership. What should be wrong and twisted feeds the darkest parts of me.
“Don’t swallow yet. I want to feel it going down your throat.” He snaps my mouth shut, his thumb dragging over my wet lips. His free hand finds my throat and squeezes me when he says, “Now.”
Though I want the taste of him in my mouth for all eternity, pleasing him is just as much of a turn-on.
The feral growl he lets out when I gulp sends a low current of electricity through me. My body pushes deeper into his, my hands clawing at his shirt.
My heart is racing, beating against my rib cage.
Bambambambambambambambam.
“Is that okay?” I whisper when I’m done, parting my lips slightly for him.
“Fucking perfect.” His voice drops an octave as he leans in for a kiss. “Looks like both of us got our hands on each other’s secrets. At least one of them.”
We smile at each other for a few seconds as I whisper, “You taste good.”
“So do you.”
I’m bathing in his praise when something shifts in him. Alaric tilts his head, creases lining his smooth forehead.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, unable to stand the silence.
“I can’t help but feel like I treated you.” He’s being soft, caressing my jaw as if I’m made of glass. “Must have been years ago. That’s why I can’t remember you. Your face—you, you’re too special. It couldn’t have been in the past year or two.”
My mouth goes dry. My stomach flutters with unease.
“I have to go.” I wriggle out of his hold and grab the door handle. “So do you. See you soon.”
His hand reaches for my arm. “Lilith.”
But I’m already gone.
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ALARIC
