A string of German curse words leaves his lips as he tilts his head back. I love him like this, stiff Alaric all undoneby me. I drop to my knees, coming face to face, well, face to purple head, with the literal monster he’s been hiding all this time.
It’s even more glorious to look at – hard and swollen, with those lovely veins running down the length of it. Slowly, I lick the tip, lapping up the bit of precum that has gathered there. It tastes like him, like winter and darkness.
“Winnie.” He says my name like a prayer as he grabs the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair. Usually I hate when guys do that, but with him, it’s different. I like him on the edge of control, all tense and wound up and dangerous, because I know he’ll never hurt me.
I’m safe with him.
“You like that?” I ask, swirling my tongue just along his head.
“Very much,” he says, his words shaky.
Relaxing my throat, I slowly take in his cock, inch by exquisite inch, relishing in the feel of his thighs vibrating around my face as I take him as far as I can go. I lick and suck every bit of him … well, the bit I can get in my mouth, which honestly isn’t much.
The way his thighs shake and his muscles clench and he raggedly calls my name makes me want to keep going, but he fists my hair, forcing my head back so that I’m looking up into his dark stare.
“As much as I love the feel of your mouth on me,Iam the one who is in charge. I need to know how you taste before I come undone.”
I don’t protest as Alaric scoops me off the floor and drops me on the bed.
He steps out of his trousers as he comes at me. He shrugs off his coat and tugs off his shirt, tossing them carelessly aside so he’s standing over me, completely naked. It’s my turn to drink him in.
He looks like a Michelangelo sculpture – all ropy muscles and smooth, marble skin. His burns from the sunlight have completely healed. The only part of him that isn’t raw Renaissance perfection is the jagged white scar stretching from beneath his armpit.
Alaric jerks me to the edge of the bed and peels away my purple knickers. My skin sizzles wherever his cool fingerstouch me. He spreads my legs wide, dips his head low between my thighs, and inhales deeply. If Patrick had ever sniffed me, I’d have kicked him off the bed, but when Alaric does it I feel like a goddess. Especially when he growls out, “Fuck, Winnie, you will drive men to ruin. I bet you taste just as sweet as you smell.”
I can’t even tease him about swearing because he pries my thighs further apart. His heated gaze meets mine as he leans over me, lips inches from exactly where I want them to be. “You deserve to be worshipped, Winnie, and I’m not stopping until you come all over my tongue.”
I whimper, ready for him to devour me. But he doesn’t move, a slow smile crossing his face.
“You say that you deserve to be happy. Will this make you happy?”
“Y-y-yes.” I buck my hips against him, trying to make him stop talking and give me what I’m aching for. But I should have known that Lord Alaric Valerian has finely honed the art of seduction as he has all other artistic pursuits, and I’m to go along with his deliciously devious plan.
“Then tell me that you deserve it. Tell me that you deserve this worship, or I won’t suck on this beautiful swollen bud,” he says, trailing a finger down my wet centre. His lips quirk in that glorious half-smile of his.
“Worship me,” I manage to breathe.
“Good girl,” he growls before diving his tongue straight into my centre.
A gasp leaves my mouth as my body quivers under his touch. My whole back is alive with goosebumps as he drags me across the linen duvet, lifting my hips off the bed so he can devour me all the easier.
And he does devour me. That’s the only way to describe the wanton relish with which he feasts between my legs, the way his tongue laves over me, sucking and nibbling and licking until I’m a mess of nerve endings and pleasure andwant.
His eyes never leave mine. Those two obsidian orbsare a direct line to his soul as he watches every moan, every twitch, every time I clasp the duvet or arch my back off the bed.
The intimacy of it makes me feel like I swallowed a hummingbird. I want to look away, but for a moment I believe magic is real because Alaric has me bewitched.
He wants to see everything. He wants to watch me fall apart.
Stars form behind my eyes as he picks up the speed of his tongue, adding in his fingers to the same rhythm as he hums against me.
My head falls back, my orgasm building low and warm in my stomach, the butterflies dancing their mating dance.
Alaric moans against me, sucking my clit into his mouth.
Sparks fly through me, and I let out a low moan, my whole body pulsating as I come around his greedy tongue.
He laps up every bit of me like I’m the sweetest dessert before kissing a trail up my stomach and stopping at the lace of my bra.
