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He claims my lips again, stealing my moans as he pumps his fingers. When he curls them just right, hitting a spot inside of me that only he has a map to, my body clenches and my pleasure coils tighter.

“Alaric,” I gasp, hands fisting in his hair. “Please.”

His chuckle is dark.

He pulls his fingers out of me and they are slick with my arousal as he drags them over my lips.

“Good girl.”

I barely have time to catch my breath before he settles between my thighs, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

My body is already his.

He knows it.

I know it.

But he waits, eyes locked onto mine, as if he wants me to tell him to stop.

I don’t.

Instead, I pull him closer, my lips brushing his.

Alaric thrusts inside me in one slow, agonizing stroke. My gasp turns into a moan, my body stretching around him, taking him deeper than I thought possible.

He stops, letting me adjust and with a ragged breath against my skin, he starts moving.

Each thrust is deep and deliberate, dragging pleasure through me until I’m writhing beneath him.

“Fuck,” he rasps, his grip tightening on my hips. “You feel so fucking good.”

I can’t think. Can’t breathe.

I can only feel the way he fills me.

I can only feel myself chasing that high that gets close to a peak every time he thrusts in and out.

With one final thrust, my orgasm ripples through me as I cry out, his name spilling from my lips.

I unravel around him as my entire body pulses with the force of my release. But Alaric isn’t done. Not by a long shot.

He flips me onto my stomach, his chest pressing against my back, and thrusts into me again.

Then with a rough groan, his voice vibrates against my ear.

“This is just the start, wild one.”

Chapter Two

ALARIC HELLS

Her scent clings to my skin and the air.

I sit on the couch opposite the bed. One hand drags through my hair, and the other grips the small and white plastic card that fell from her purse. The one I found on the floor.

I’d find it amusing if I weren’t reeling from the situation.

The woman who was catnip for my cock last night, the one whose moans I devoured and body I claimed, is sleeping in my bed.