POV: Jasmine
I swallowed when I took in his bare chest and ripped abdomen leading down to the low waistband of his sweatpants... His chest was bare.
Goddess, he looked like fucking sin.
"You could touch me, you know," He teased.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I tore my gaze away. But just as I did, something else caught my eye—something that made my heart stop.
I saw him holding up a book—a book he clearly wasn't meant to be holding, clutched lazily in his large hands, his fingers brushing over the pages like he had all the time in the world.
My blood ran cold.
Adrenaline kicked in, dulling the ache in my body as I snapped up, but the soreness pierced me. A strangled whimper left my lips as I stumbled forward, clutching my stomach from the sharp pain between my thighs.
Alaric didn't move to help.
He just stood there, amused. "Easy now, sweetness. You took in quite a lot," he scoffed.
"Give it back!" I said, crossing the room to where he stood.
