Ayesha's body trembled uncontrollably. Alaric didn't stop… his tongue continued suckling her clit while his fingers thrust in and out of her slick heat. She was so close. And as his movements grew more frantic, deeper, faster—her body shattered around him, clenching his fingers as her release poured out.
Her body still shook from the waves of pleasure, but Alaric didn't stop. He kept lapping up every drop, savoring her.
"So good," he murmured, finally lifting his head. His gaze locked onto hers as he licked his lips slowly, deliberately.
He stripped off his clothes, and Ayesha gulped.
Were they really doing this now?
Her eyes darted to his erection and it was massive. It wasn't her first time, of course, but she had never been with any man other than Ronan. And yet, there was a strange, undeniable part of her that anticipated how it would feel with Alaric.
He made her feel so good already… and now, she found herself wanting more.
