Chapter 89: Piercing Her Skin
"My scent is what... fiery?" he murmured, eyes glinting with dark amusement as he traced his fingers slowly along her sides, feeling her arch against him at the touch.
"Uh... your scent, it..." Her words caught in her throat, trailing off, her mind hazy with his nearness.
"Entices you?" he supplied, his tone almost mocking as he slid one firm thigh between hers, pressing into her with deliberate force.
She moaned softly, unable to resist the surge of pleasure that flared up from her core. Sensing her reaction, Alaric widened her stance, his solid thigh applying pressure that left her gasping, her hands clutching onto him instinctively. "Does it draw... those unladylike sounds from the back of your throat?" he teased, his voice a tantalizing whisper as his lips brushed the rim of her ear.
"A-Alaric..." she moaned, her voice betraying the pleasure overtaking her senses, making her weak with want.
He smirked, though a fierce, unquenchable need simmered beneath his surface. "Does it make you call out for me?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin as his tongue traced the shell of her ear, sending shivers through her.
Without thinking, she gripped his neck, pulling him close, her face buried in the curve of his shoulder. The small, intimate gesture nearly snapped his control. He groaned, tightening his hold as he pressed his thigh harder against her most intimate part, his muscles flexing with each deliberate movement igniting pleasure in the most sensitive part of her.
But then she seemed to remember how horrible her after had been and she tried to push him but he was a strong vampire.
"You left me," she moaned, her head falling back, the words a plea more than an accusation.