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He’s already hard. I can feel it pressing against my stomach, and I whimper into his mouth as he lifts me up, spinning us until my back hits the wall with a soft thud.

“Alaric,” I moan, already breathless, already too needy to stop myself from asking him to give me what I need.

Fortunately for my future husband, he feels the same way, because he reaches under my dress, his hands hot and greedy as they glide up the material of said dress, shoving it up till it’s stuck to my hips.

His fingers then travel down until they find the thin lace of my panties, and the look on his face is to die for.

“Lace?” he growls, his voice rasping with need. “You planned on killing me tonight with lace fucking panties?”

I grin. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“I like them.” His eyes blaze. “But they’ve got to go, baby.”

In one swift motion, he tears the panties clean off.

I gasp, arousal flooding me as the cool air kisses my soaked heat. Alaric drops to his knees, and barely a minute later, his face lies between my thighs, his hands spreading me open with pure, carnal hunger.

“No one gets to see you like this,” he growls, “because you are mine. This pussy is mine, baby.”

And then he dives in.

His tongue licks up my slit with a growl that vibrates against my core. I cry out, biting my knuckle to muffle the noise. My thighs tremble, clenching around his head, but that doesn’t deter him, because he grabs them tighter, spreading me wider, anchoring me to the wall as his tongue works inside me mercilessly.

“Oh my—Alaric…fuck!”

My hips jerk forward, searching for his mouth and in turn, he groans, sucking my clit into his mouth like it’s his last meal.

I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when my toes curl and I unravel, but when my orgasm hits? It lands like a storm, crashing over me in waves that make my knees buckle and my chest pound hard.

Alaric stands before I can recover, his mouth glistening with my arousal, his eyes dark with need right before he kisses me like he wants me to taste what he just did to me.

“You’re trembling.” He strokes my cheek with a smirk.

“I need you.”

I pant like I’m starved.

I pant because only he has the power to light my entire body on fire and leave me a mess.

“Right now.”

He doesn’t make me beg.

Doesn’t tease me like he normally does.

He grabs my waist and lifts me again, walking us to the vanity where he bends me over, my palms braced on the edge, my ass up just like he likes it.

“I’m going to take my time with you later,” he rasps behind me, sliding the tip of his cock along my soaked folds till we both groan in pleasure. “But right now I’m going to fuck my bride.”

That’s the only forewarning I get before he slides inside me in one rough thrust that has me crying out, back arching, head thrown back as he stretches me open and fills me completely.

“Goddess, you’re tight,” he groans, bottoming out. “So fucking tight.”

“Don’t stop,” I moan, pushing back against him, loving the way it feels every time he’s inside me, and the bond between us crackles like we are having sex for the first time.

His fingers sink into my hips as he slams into me harder and faster. The sound of our skin meeting, the wet slap of it, theguttural groans that tear from his chest, all of it echoes around the room.

My name is a growl in his throat.