Page 87 of Aftershock
I sob as desire floods me. Then, with one swipe of his tongue along my neck, I’m done. I come on his fingers. My pussy clenches and unclenches. My mouth parts in a silent scream.
Alaric doesn’t let up even when my knees buckle, when I tell him to stop, that it’s too much.
“We’re going to take a shower.” He rocks his hips into me. His cock is hard and thicker than before. “I have to be clean before…”
The ache from losing his fingers barely has time to register before Alaric turns me toward him. His hand closes around my throat as he drags me in for a bruising kiss.
He doesn’t hold back as he claims my lips. My tongue.
The air I breathe.
He can have everything. I’ve always been his anyway.
“Before I put you on your knees.” His teeth nip at my lip. My hands claw at his neck. “And fuck that pretty face.”
A thrill spreads through my chest and down my spine.
“Yes,” I rasp, my voice choked with want.
Alaric’s smirk is there and gone. He tears off my clothes and shoes, his hands skimming my bare skin as he goes. My nipples pebble at his touch, at his intense focus on every inch of my body.
His eyes darken when his gaze lands on my wet thighs. My pussy.
I feel his growl down to my core.
“That cunt.” He kicks my legs apart, cupping my pussy in a possessive, primal way. “She’s really fucking needy, isn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“So fucking needy,” he groans, before he releases me so he can lose his clothes too.
Once we’re both naked, Alaric scoops me up and carries me into what must be his bedroom. The walls are painted the same muted gray-blue as the rest of the apartment, the windows stretching almost wall to wall, overlooking the city.
“I’m going to fuck you there later.” He tips his chin toward the king-size bed with charcoal sheets. “Up against the wall next. Against the goddamn windows. I’m going to take you on every available corner of the apartment.”
“Is that a threat,older?—”
“The mouth on you.”
Alaric sets me down on the warm marble floor of his bathroom, his big, sculpted body towering over mine.
My heart beats faster when he cups my cheeks, leans in, and…
“Mine,” he whispers.
Then he’s on me.
Although I expect him to be brutal, he isn’t. This kiss is soulful. There’s no biting or sucking, but his obsession shines through each swipe of his tongue along mine. When he tilts my head a fraction to go deeper, my toes curl.
“Let me ask you something, little devil.” He backs me up until we’re inside his shower.
Without looking away from me, he turns on the water. Holding me in place while he checks the temperature.
“Anything.”
I can’t help it. My palm fists his length, as much as I can. My hand is small compared to his cock, and I can’t close it around him. He seems to like that. His hips buck, precum wetting the tip of his cock.
“Have you—fuck.” When I start jerking him, he jumps in my hand. Alaric’s teeth grind loud enough for me to hear, the sound emboldening me. I want to give him as much pleasure as possible. “Have you ever sucked another man’s cock?”
