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I parted my legs, giving him all the access he wanted. That low rumble in his throat came once more as he kissed me. His breath cooled against the inside my thigh. That heat moving to the top of my slit. His thumb dragged, parting me.

The tip of his tongue pushed in.

I unleashed a tremor. Shifting hard.

“Stay.” He growled softly. Pinning me in place with one hand on my belly. “There’s no more running. You’re mine now, Nyssa.”

He pushed in harder. Driving his tongue all the way down.

“Oh, God.” I thrashed my head to the side.

“He’s not going to help you here.” Alaric murmured against my body. “I’d destroy him if he was. I’d tear the fucking world apart to get to you.”

Warmth flooded me. That only made him growl even more.

Fingers followed, sliding deep inside. My body twitched hard. But this time I didn’t pull away.

“Alaric… please.” I whimpered.

He thrust inside. His fingers. Then his tongue.

“I-I want you.”

“You’re going to get me, little one.” He grunted. “Every fucking bit of me. But first you’re going to ease that hunger… the one I heard last night.”

Oh, God.

My legs went wider.

Earning a dangerous chuckle from him.

“That’s it. That’s mine.”

Fingers.

Tongue.

The pressure was too much.

Too heavy.

Too wild.

My fist clenched around his hair, driving him harder against me. His hands slid underneath me, holding my weight. Inch by inch he angled me, pulling me only enough to grind against his mouth. His fingers worked. Two inside. One on that sensitive spot, rubbing around and around, then over.

My hips buckled.

One hand flew to the bed beside me, gripping the sheets.

A cry tore free.

Still he kept going.

Kept building and building…

I couldn’t stop, lifting one leg and hooking around him, trapping him there.

Sparks ignited.