"Alaric—ahh—!" she screamed, her back arching as another orgasm ripped through her, making her writhe helplessly beneath him.
Her release dragged him closer to his own, his thrusts turning rough, frantic, as his eyes locked on her face twisted in ecstasy. With a guttural growl, he buried himself to the hilt and spilled inside her again, collapsing against her chest but never letting her go.
Even then, his lips claimed hers fiercely, his hips grinding into her as if he couldn't bear to stop.
Alaric didn't stop after that climax. Even as Ayesha lay trembling, catching her breath, he remained inside her, his chest pressed against her soft skin, his lips trailing down her collarbone.
"Still fluttering around me," he murmured against her ear, his tone laced with satisfaction. "You can't hide how much you crave me, too, Ayesha."
