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I adore him.
If only there were a way to get him to trust me and make me his partner in all things, the vigilante life included.
If only.
20
ALARIC
My eyes flutter open to a faint blue-gray light seeping through the curtains, the kind that comes just before sunrise.
I must’ve slept for three hours tops, then.
Don’t care.
Nothing bothers me when I get to wake up tothis. To my body curled around Lilith’s smaller one. To keeping her safe, close, and mine.
I’m growing addicted to her warmth, to stroking her soft belly under my shirt, the one she slept in.
Her presence. Her essence.
She turns my apartment into a home.
I’m so caught up in her, I don’t think about how I dumped Harold in the Hudson River a few hours ago. Steven’s dad barely crosses my mind, though he should. His turn is coming later today.
That’s how thoroughly being with Lilith has altered my brain chemistry.
I’m fully present, in this bed, tethered to her. But hugging her isn’t enough, so I press my lips to the crook of her neck, just above the collar of her shirt.
My mouth parts, and I drag my tongue in a slow, heated path to the spot behind her ear she likes.
Imagining her moaning like she does whenever I lick and kiss her like this makes my cock strain painfully in my boxers.
Since she gave me her consent, I could ease her onto her back, wake her up with either my mouth or cock between her thighs.
I want it, just…later.
For a little while longer, I let myself enjoy this moment. This feeling of belonging.
My childhood was ugly. My parents made sure of that. They’re the reason I stayed away from the other kids at school, so no one would get comfortable enough to ask about the welts on my backside after PE. I didn’t want their pity, or worse, for them to perceive me as weak.
As the years passed, I got used to being alone.
Until her.
I can’t imagine a life without Lilith. Refuse to.
That possessive train of thought turns darker with each passing minute. The wordminebrings images of Lilith impaled on my cock. Of her carrying my child. Of my name rolling off her tongue as I drive into her over and over and fucking over.
My hand trails higher up her stomach and palms her full, round breast. I mold the hot flesh in my palm, barely holding back.
All I want is to twist her nipple between my fingers. Pull. Feel it harden for me.
But then she’d wake up.
Too soon. I need to play with her some more, then get her ready to have my cock shoved in her tight pussy.
It’s wrong. It’s messed up.
