POV: Jasmine
He kissed fiercely with all the pent-up anger he'd been harboring all night.
He tilted my head with his fingers tangled in my hair, plundering into my mouth and dominating me as always. A treacherous moan escaped my throat before I could stop it.
I pressed against his chest, my mind screaming at me to push him off, to end this before it spiraled beyond return. But the fire in his touch had already begun its slow, agonizing burn inside me.
"Alaric," My breath hitched between kisses, my protest drowning in the way he swallowed my words, my willpower crumbling with every stroke of his tongue fucking my mouth. "This is wrong..."
My center betrayed me, weeping for attention.
Heat pooled low in my belly, spreading between my thighs in a shameful, aching need.
