|| Alaric’s POV ||

I smirked against her skin, my hands gripping her waist, holding her against me. Her moan was my salvation.

"Say it again," I murmured, my voice low, commanding, possessive.

She swallowed hard, her body stiffening for a moment before she relaxed into me. "Alaric," she repeated, her voice trembling with desire.

My hand moved to her breast, cupping it gently, feeling the weight of it in my palm. She was perfect-every curve, every inch of her. My ...