POV:Alaric
"Alaric," she called eagerly as soon as she saw me, her gaze darting around the place to make sure we were alone.
I could smell her arousal so thick in the air that it made me even harder.
Before I could say a word, she pounced on me, kissing me like a starved deer. Small moans vibrated in her throat as her tongue sought entrance into my mouth.
Good.
She was learning really fast.
"Ah. Come on, let's go in," she said, her voice needy as fuck, pulling me into one of the toilet stalls desperately. Her lips never left mine.
I responded in kind, too, fucking every corner of her delicious mouth with my tongue. I deepened the kiss, my tongue sweeping against hers, coaxing her to meet my growing hunger.
My hands slid to her face, holding her steady as my lips claimed hers with a possession even I feared.
Her taste was intoxicating, sweet, and addictive, like a drug I craved, and I drank it in like a man dying of thirst.
