UP IN FLAMES

“You said earlier that you planned on putting my mouth to good use.”

He had said that, and fuck if he didn’t want that more than anything he’d ever wanted in his life, but he…

Alaric shook his head. Her tongue moved against her lips and whatever tiny level of hesitation that had been brewing in his chest evaporated like smoke. Her eyes were wide and dark with passion, hair a tumbled mess over her shoulders and curling around her breasts. It was the first time he’d seen her look so…so free. And fuck, she was perfect.

“Well then…” He rose, unbuttoning his pants. He had them off in less than a second.

Her gaze dropped, and she made a sound that his cock really liked. He was hard, jutting up in the air, and so close to losing it that if she kept staring at him like that, he’d come right then. Gripping her shoulders, he positioned her on her knees before him and then bent down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that ended too soon. Then he straightened before her.

With her wrists secured behind her back, her chest thrust up and her eyes wide, he could absolutely eat her up, one lick at a time. And he was sorely tempted to do that again, but she tipped up her chin, meeting his gaze.

“What is it that you wanted me to do?” Her voice was breathy.

Like he thought before, she was fucking perfect. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, moisture already beaded on the head. “Suck me.”

Something downright wicked flared in her eyes, and then she ducked her chin. Her hair slid forward, obscuring her face. He felt her breath first and his balls tightened, and then her hot, wet mouth slipped over the head of his cock.

His back bowed as he groaned. She took him, sliding her tongue along the head as she shifted on the bed, balancing herself on her knees. He gathered her hair with his free hand and tilted her head so she could take him deeper, and she did. Vanessa nearly swallowed his length and that was no easy feat.

She moved her head up and down, swirling her tongue as she sucked long and hard. Every muscle in his body tightened. He tried to hold still, but when her teeth grazed his sensitive head, he couldn’t hold back.

His hips thrust forward as he watched her cheeks sink in as she tugged on his cock. Her lashes swept up and their gazes collided for an instant. Something in her stare broke him wide open. Release powered down his spine. He tried not to pull back, but she followed him and if he hadn’t stopped, she would’ve fallen right off the bed. The fucking sight of her obliterated his senses. The way her body curved toward his, how she was so willing with her hands tied behind her back. It was too much.

He came, his hips jerking wildly, and she kept on him, humming soft sounds of pleasure. He emptied into her hot mouth, shouting hoarsely as he spasmed endlessly. The orgasm…Goddamn…it felt like it would never end. His hand tightened against the back of her head, holding her until the last achingly perfect pulse.

Slowly, he eased away from her, his legs strangely weak as he dragged in a deep breath. He dropped his gaze to hers, his chest rising and falling raggedly. “Are you okay?”

Vanessa nodded as she bit down on her lip. “Are you?”

He coughed out a laugh. “Fucking perfect.”

Pink stained her cheeks as she averted her gaze. She sat back on her legs, letting out a little yawn. She was exhausted and he should let her be. Both of them had sought and found their pleasure, but he wasn’t ready.

After experiencing her mouth on him and the taste of her, there was no way this was going to be the last time. Quickly untying her wrists, he all but toppled onto his back, pulling her naked body to his, and draped a possessive arm over her waist, fitting her close. She was stiff against him, her back too straight and her arms awkwardly stuck between their damp bodies. So cuddling wasn’t her thing?

He wasn’t a big fan of it, either, but strangely, he wanted her beside him, and she was going to have to deal with it.

When he had her where he wanted, he gathered her wrists in his hands and began to massage the skin.

Slowly, as the seconds turned into minutes, Vanessa relaxed against him. Her breath evened out, and her body melted into his.

There was no way in hell Alaric was letting her go anytime soon.

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Alaric ended up falling asleep that night in her room, sprawled gloriously naked across her bed and with his arm possessively thrown over her waist. Admittedly, she had never been more comfortable in her life pressed up against him, with no barrier separating their flesh, but she couldn’t allow herself to sleep while he snored softly.

Lovers slept together after sex, not two people who were getting off.

In her past, albeit brief, relationships, she’d had trouble sleeping in the same bed. Even with Christopher, who had been the longest relationship she’d been in, she’d never been able to relax enough to comfortably sleep. And that had to mean something, right?

But last night… Oh God, after about an hour, her lids had grown too heavy to keep open and she had relaxed into him. The realization had jerked her awake and in a near panic, she had slipped free from his grasp, gathered up her clothes, and slept on the couch downstairs.

She’d spent the vast majority of the morning and after avoiding Alaric, who seemed okay with it. The few times they’d crossed paths in the house hadn’t been pleasant for either of them. He seemed mad at her, but for what, she wasn’t sure. Part of her didn’t regret what had transpired between them that night. Good Lord, no. What he’d done to her would fuel her fantasies for a long time to come, but how was she ever to look at him again without feeling his hot mouth on her? How was she ever to forget?

Maybe she was overthinking things.