Meadow’s POV:

“You need to rest, Meadow.”

I buried my head in his neck, trailing kisses along the skin as my hand moved up and down his pierced cock. Alaric tensed, his grip tightening around me.

“Is that what you want?” I whispered. “For me to rest?”

For some reason, I felt a bit lighter. Maybe it was because Alaric had just opened up to me about the woman who broke his heart, or because he told me that he stopped being in love with her a long time ago.

Or maybe—maybe it ...