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These are the places you stay.

And God—he already had.

I pushed in deeper. Squeezed my eyes closed.

Heat worked its way deeper. I dragged my finger free, slid higher. A tiny throb tore through me. I danced around the tight nub, moving in slow, careful circles.

Here.

Right here.

Faster. Harder.

Closer.

I bit down on my lip. My breaths harder now.

If they can grab your wrist, you’re already dead.

A moan escaped. Deep. Hungry. Primal.

I pressed my feet down, lifted my hips.

Tighter. His voice haunted me.

Don’t give them space.

I clenched around my own fingers hard enough to moan. I widened my knees. I needed deeper. Harder. I needed him.

“Alaric.” I whimpered.

Right here.

His voice resounded.

“Right here.” I whispered desperately.

The words no longer sounded like mine.

They sounded like his.

“Please…”

God.

I could still feel his hands guiding mine.

His breath against my ear.

The calm thud of his pulse beneath the blade.

My body tightened instantly around the memory.

Again.

The command echoed until the heat swallowed everything else.

Again.