Chapter 250: Trust Issues(Self Doubt)
The air was thick with the scent of rain as they stumbled into bed, their soaked clothes falling away piece by piece.
The storm outside mirrored the tempest brewing between them—lust, longing, and something deeper, something raw.
Alaric’s hands were everywhere, his touch igniting fires on Salviana’s skin. His mouth explored her body with reverence and hunger, sucking, nipping, and tasting her until she was trembling beneath him.
She gasped when his lips traveled lower, his tongue parting her folds, teasing and tasting her.
He gripped her thighs firmly, holding her in place as he devoured her, the sensations cresting higher and higher until she shattered, her cries echoing in the room.
For a moment, she floated in the aftermath, her chest heaving, her body alive with the warmth of his touch.
She reached for him, expecting him to return to her, to consummate the love they so clearly shared. But instead of pressing forward, he pulled her into his arms, his jaw tight and his gaze distant.
Seconds passed in heavy silence, and her initial glow of satisfaction began to dim. She frowned, confusion swirling in her mind.
"Why did you stop?" she asked softly, summoning the courage to voice her thoughts.
His arms tightened around her, and for a moment, she thought he might avoid answering entirely. But then, he shifted, his voice low and strained.
"I fear what would happen if I continue," he admitted.