It’s also him asking for my consent.
I can tell because his hands are balled into fists at his sides, as if he’s barely holding himself back from ripping my clothes off.
I love it.
But I don’t want him to be respectful anymore.
I want him to guide and dominate me. To teach me what it means to be his.
“If I have to do everything on my own,” I tease. “It’s only fair that I’ll be the one tasting myself.”
His cock jerks, the strong reaction emboldening me.
“You can watch if you like, but that’s?—”
“Jesus Christ.” He’s all intent, all sexual energy as he undoes the button of my jeans. As my zipper lowers, I catch myself on the wall with both hands, my body growing way too aware of his. “This mouth.”
“What about it?” My voice is nothing but a breath.
I gasp when he yanks me toward him by the waistband of my jeans. Then my body comes alive from the way he nips at my bottom lip. He’s completely unaware that thisother almost-first kiss leaves me delirious with need, dizzy with anticipation.
“It’s filthy.”
Then he slides one hand to my hip. The other inches beneath my panties and moves down my pubic bone, coaxing a shiver out of me. I nearly groan, but snap my lips shut before it slips out.
“You don’t have to be quiet, not completely,” he murmurs, warming my heart in ways he can’t understand at the moment by giving me permission to be myself.
So I try it. When he rubs me again, I suck in a gasp, and his expression is both aroused and pleased.
At that, finally, he gives me my first kiss ever.
I’m barely aware of what’s going on when his tongue swipes against mine.
Fireworks. Everywhere.
“You know…” he says between one kiss and the other.
His fingertip skims over my clit.
“Oh.Oh.” I grab his neck, needing something to hold on to, or I’ll fall in a heap on the floor. “What?”
“Your lips are going to look so fucking pretty.” My lips tingle. Arousal soaks my inner thighs. “When they stretch around my cock.”
My sigh of relief is more of a moan when Alaric drives a finger into my heat.
“Fuck, Lilith,” he breathes out as he strokes me. He’s rubbing a spot inside that has my head spinning. My hips start rocking into him, a shameless, unpracticed grind. “You’re so tight. Sucking my finger in like that. My fatcock is going to tear this cunt in half, and I don’t even feel bad about it.”
“Who said I’d let you?”
Me, I did. In my dreams. In every fantasy I’ve had since I turned eighteen.
“Still testing me.” Without warning, he pulls out to spear me with two fingers instead. “Two can play this game.”
“Oh, God.”
He finger-fucks me, his skilled touch and attuned gaze working me into a breathless, twitching mess.
And though he gives more attention to the spots my body responds to most, he’s not nice about it. Not the polite doctor who asked for my consent minutes ago.