“Patience, sweetheart,” I say, my breath hot against her skin as I move closer. “I’m going to take my time with you. I want to taste every inch of you.”
Her moan is soft but desperate, and I can’t hold back any longer. I press my mouth to her, my tongue flicking against her clit, and the taste of her—sweet, heady, uniquely Kasi—floods my senses, pulling a low groan from my throat.
“Oh, God,” she gasps, her hips bucking slightly, and I grip her thighs, holding her steady as I lick her again, my tongue circling her clit with a precision that makes her tremble.
She’s so wet, so sensitive, and every touch draws a sound from her—soft moans, sharp gasps, little whimpers that make my cockache. I suck gently, savoring the way her body responds, her thighs shaking against my shoulders, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging just hard enough to sting.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her, my voice muffled but thick with want. “Let me hear you, baby. Let me know how good this feels.”
I slide a finger inside her, slow and careful, feeling her clench around me, so tight and hot it’s almost enough to make me lose control. I curl my finger, finding that spot that makes her cry out, her back arching off the bed, and I keep my tongue on her clit, alternating between soft licks and gentle suction, drawing out every shudder, every sound.
“Alaric,” she moans, her voice breaking. I add a second finger, moving them in slow, deep strokes, matching the rhythm of my tongue, and her moans grow louder, more desperate, filling the room with a symphony that’s just for me. “So good,” she pants, her hands tightening in my hair, pulling me closer. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I growl, my lips kissing her clit as I speak, the vibration making her hips buck again. I feast on her, my tongue relentless, circling, teasing, sucking, until she’s trembling, her body tensing as she nears the edge.
Her taste, her sounds, the way she’s falling apart under my mouth—it’s intoxicating, and I could stay here forever, worshipping her like the goddess she is.
But I want more. I pull back just enough to kiss my way up her body, my lips lingering on the soft curve of her belly, where our child grows.
The thought of it—our baby, her carrying my legacy—makes my heart pound, my desire for her burning hotter. I reachher breasts, so exquisitely sensitive that even the lightest touch makes her gasp. I cup them in my palms, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she arches into me, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Fuck, Kasi,” I murmur, my voice rough as I lower my head, taking one nipple into my mouth. I suck gently, my tongue swirling around the hardened peak, and her reaction is immediate. Her hands clutch my shoulders, her nails digging in as she cries out, her body trembling under me.
“So sensitive,” I say, moving to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, sucking, licking, teasing until she’s writhing, her moans a constant stream of sound that makes my blood roar.
“Alaric, please,” she begs, her voice raw, desperate. I love hearing her like this—needy, open, completely mine. I keep one hand on her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers, while my other hand slides back between her thighs, finding her clit again.
She’s still so wet, so ready, and when I rub slow circles, matching the rhythm of my tongue on her breast, she gasps, her hips bucking against my hand.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, my lips flicking her nipple as I speak, my eyes locked on hers. “Carrying my child, moaning for me like this. You have no idea what you do to me.”
I slide two fingers inside her again, curling them just right, and her moan turns into a cry, her body tensing as she gets closer. I move back down, my mouth replacing my fingers, and I lick her clit with a slow, deliberate stroke, savoring the way she shakes, the way her hands clutch my hair, pulling me closer.
“Come for me, Kasi,” I growl, my tongue working her relentlessly, my fingers moving in deep, steady strokes. “Let me taste you when you fall apart.” Her moans grow louder, more frantic, and I can feel her body tightening, her thighs trembling against my shoulders.
I suck her clit gently, then harder, and she breaks, her orgasm hitting with a cry that echoes in the room, her body shuddering under my mouth as I draw out every wave, licking her through it until she’s gasping, oversensitive, her hands pushing weakly at my shoulders.
I pull back, kissing her inner thigh, her belly, her breasts again, slow and reverent, as I make my way back to her mouth. She kisses me, tasting herself on my lips, and the hunger in it makes my cock throb painfully.
I’m still dressed, my pants tight and uncomfortable, but I don’t care. This is about her, about showing her how much I love her, how much she means to me.
But she’s not done. Her hands reach for my belt, fumbling with the buckle, and I groan as her fingers brush against me, the contact sending a jolt through my body. “Kasi,” I say, my voice rough, “you don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” she interrupts, her eyes dark with want as she unbuttons my pants, sliding them down just enough to free me. Her hand wraps around my length, stroking slowly, and I hiss, my head tipping back at the feel of her. “I want you,” she murmurs, her voice soft but certain, and the way she looks at me—like I’m her everything—undoes me.
I guide her hand away, not wanting to finish like this, and position myself between her thighs again. “I need to be insideyou,” I say, my voice raw as I press against her entrance, still slick and ready from my mouth.
I push in slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, but all I see is desire, her lips parting in a soft moan as I fill her. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groan, pausing to let her adjust, my hands gripping her hips gently.
“Move,” she whispers, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me closer, and I obey, setting a slow, deep rhythm that makes us both shudder.
Each thrust is deliberate, controlled, but the way she clenches around me, the way her moans fill the air, drives me closer to the edge. I lean down, kissing her neck, her jaw, her lips, swallowing her sounds as I move faster, deeper, chasing that connection we both crave.
“Mine,” I growl against her mouth, my hand sliding to her breast, teasing her nipple until she gasps. “You’re mine, Kasi. You and our baby.”
“Yours,” she moans, her nails digging into my back through my shirt, and the sting pushes me closer. “Always yours.” Her words, the way her body responds, the way she looks at me—it’s everything.
I feel her tighten again, another orgasm building, and when she comes, her cry is soft but intense; it’s enough to pull me over with her. My release hits hard, a white-hot rush that leaves me trembling.
