“I can’t believe this infernal contraption is still on,” he murmurs, laying a trail of cool kisses across my breast. “Still, I am grateful it is flimsier than a corset.”
RIIIIP.With one hand, he tears the fabric, and the two halves of my bra fall to my sides.
“Alaric,” I gasp, looking up to meet his grin. “That was myfavouritebra.”
“I’ll buy you a new one. I’ll buy you all the frilly, lacy, not-corsets you desire as long as I can keep worshipping you and making you mine,wife.” Alaric folds himself over me, holding himself off me with his elbows on the bed, his legs tangled with mine and the length of him nudging my hip. He nuzzles one breast, stroking the other with those strong, cool fingers.
He is still socold. Between the heat of the fire and the amazing things he’s doing to my body, I feel like I’m lying in an oven. But then his mouth clamps around my nipple, sucking hard enough to send a jolt of fire through my chest.
My hips move against him, grinding, seeking the heat that he stokes inside me. I’m hotenough for both of us.
Alaric laughs his rumbling, delighted laugh as he stares at me in wonder. He rolls my nipple between his fingers. “You like that, Winnie?”
“Yes,” I murmur as his lips slide to the other nipple, giving it the same wonderful treatment. “I want to feel your cock inside me.”
He growls, his eyes locking with mine.
“We need … uh … the contraception? Is that what it’s called?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, Alaric. Grab the condoms from my bag.”
“Condoms?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know what a condom is?”
Alaric shakes his head.
My shoulders sag. “Okay. Hold all your filthy thoughts, my lord.”
Alaric rolls off me and I slip off the sheets. I feel his eyes boring into me as I cross the room, and can’t resist giving my arse a wiggle that results in a low moan from the bed. I riffle around in my toiletries. I keep all my travel things organised in a clever case with individual compartments for everything, and Patrick and I used to use condoms before I went on the pill, so there should be …
Ah-hah! Winnie the organiser wins again! I grab a strip of gold packets and head back to the bed. Alaric has rolled over, resting on one hip, the other knee raised, watching me with curiosity. I kneel beside him and lay out the gold packets like an offering.
How can he be this good in bed andnotknow what a condom is? Vampires are an eternal mystery.
Alaric looks down at the packets, then fists himself, his lip twisting with confusion.
“You intend to crown it with gold?”
I laugh, shaking my head as I open the packet, throwing it to the side and taking out the latex. I slide it over his shaft, stroking him slowly.
“See? It stops any little Alarics getting out.”
“So you cannot become with child?”
“Yes, so there’s no risk of Dhampir.”
Alaric’s eyes drift closed, lashes tangling together as I roll the condom as far as it will go. Candlelight flickersacross his cheeks, highlighting his sharp cheekbones and the cruel slant of his lips. He lets out a sigh that aches with wanting.
His eyes fly open as he grabs my hips, pulling me back to him so our lips meet again. He crushes my body with his, rolling over me until I’m beneath him again, skin against cool skin.
“Now you aremine,” he whispers, his voice tight with hunger and everything he’s held back.
I can taste myself on his tongue still, and it’s kind of hot, thinking about how much he enjoyed himself. I lap up his tongue and press further against him, letting him know how badly I want this.
How badly I wanthim.
I lean back into the pillows. A dark curl flops over Alaric’s eye as he notches himself between my thighs. His monster cock nudges at my entrance, sending a flicker of unease along my spine.
