18. Lilith #2
“I’m going to fuck you there later.” He tips his chin toward the king-size bed with charcoal sheets. “Up against the wall next. Against the goddamn windows. I’m going to take you on every available corner of the apartment.”
“Is that a threat, older—”
“The mouth on you.”
Alaric sets me down on the warm marble floor of his bathroom, his big, sculpted body towering over mine.
My heart beats faster when he cups my cheeks, leans in, and…
“Mine,” he whispers.
Then he’s on me.
Although I expect him to be brutal, he isn’t. This kiss is soulful. There’s no biting or sucking, but his obsession shines through each swipe of his tongue along mine. When he tilts my head a fraction to go deeper, my toes curl.
“Let me ask you something, little devil.” He backs me up until we’re inside his shower.
Without looking away from me, he turns on the water. Holding me in place while he checks the temperature.
“Anything.”
I can’t help it. My palm fists his length, as much as I can. My hand is small compared to his cock, and I can’t close it around him. He seems to like that. His hips buck, precum wetting the tip of his cock.
“Have you—fuck.” When I start jerking him, he jumps in my hand. Alaric’s teeth grind loud enough for me to hear, the sound emboldening me. I want to give him as much pleasure as possible. “Have you ever sucked another man’s cock?”
“When I said I haven’t been with another man, I didn’t mean I was just a virgin.” I reach up to his hair, drawing his face low. Our breaths mingle as steam billows around us. “You were and will be my first everything.”
“Everything?”
“Yes. You were my first kiss.”
His chest expands, grazing mine. “You have no idea what that does to me.”
Curling his hand around my throat, he drags me under the stream.
Without another word, Alaric reaches for the shampoo. Deft fingers work it through my hair, careful and thorough, before he rinses it and smooths conditioner through the strands.
Beneath the water, both heat and bliss move through me in soft, lingering waves. I’ve never been touched this way, never felt like this before.
I flatten both hands on his chest, then slide up and down, mapping the hard planes of his body. I’m touching him for the pleasure of it. I’m also searching for that spot over his heart. There. The proof he’s real. His heartbeat is hard and strong.
A moan escapes me when his length jerks and pulses against me. That doesn’t stop or slow him, though. His hands stay efficient with the soap as he washes the day from my skin.
Too soon, I’m clean. But not having him lather soap and shampoo on me isn’t so bad when I get to watch him. His muscles flex as he washes off. He moves fast, all business, and still, I’m mesmerized.
Actually, I’m so turned on I could pass out. Every breath I take comes out uneven. My lungs burn.
“It’s taken everything in me not to lose control and fuck you just now,” he finally says. Heat pools between my thighs as soon as he pushes me up against the wall. “Knowing I’ll have your every first turns me into a savage.”
“They’re all yours.” I thread my fingers through his hair. Give it a light tug. “All of them.”
That’s the truth. One day, I’ll tell him another one. How I’ve been saving myself for him on purpose.
One day.
Until then, I stay right here, in this moment with him.
One knee, then the other. Alaric lowers himself to the floor. He’s just as imposing as when he stands. Just as breathtaking, especially with his hair clinging to his forehead.
A hungry heat unfurls low in my stomach as he spreads my legs. He drags his tongue along the edge of his teeth while staring at my pussy. The look in his eyes is so intense my heart swoops.
“Hold on to my hair. Both hands.” It’s not a request. It’s a command as he lifts one of my feet off the floor and places my leg over his shoulder. “You have no idea how beautiful you are. Pink and swollen. Dripping for me. Begging to be devoured. Fuck.”
My hands tremble as I sink my fingers into his hair.
I want to enjoy this, but I’m too self-conscious.
Alaric has already had his fingers inside me, he’s fucked me, and yet this—his face, right there—it’s so different.
What if he doesn’t like how I taste? What if I get too wet? What if it turns him off?
“Don’t.” He dips his mouth, starting with a kiss to my inner thigh that feels too chaste for how his fingers dig into my legs. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
My mouth drops from how well he can read my mind.
“Your pussy is mine.” His lips brush a delicious path higher up my thigh. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it a million times. Every part of you, including this hot, addictive cunt, is perfect.”
When he flicks his tongue on my clit, I scream. Tug at his hair.
I lose myself to this man.
“Love the way you taste.”
He licks my opening, a light touch, a terrible tease that leaves me shuddering. But then his eyes flare, and he dives deeper, his tongue fucking my pussy.
His fingers bruise me, but I love the pain. I cry, then cry harder the more he licks my arousal.
“You’re my only one, Lilith. The woman I’m going to fuck, eat out.” His thumbs are there, parting my lips even more. As he speaks, his adoring, unhinged gaze makes my head spin. “And worship for the rest of my life.”
“Oh, God,” is all I can say when he starts sucking on my clit.
I have no control over myself. Of my hips that rock into his face. My back that arches off the wall.
But when I whisper, “Oh, God,” again, Alaric pulls away.
“What’s wrong?” I breathe out.
“You don’t pray for God,” he snarls, ignoring how hard I try to fuck his face. He won’t budge an inch. “You pray for me, Lilith.”
And I do. Because as soon as his mouth is back on me, I don’t just say his name, I shout it with so much reverence it sounds like a prayer. One he answers by pushing a finger into my pussy.
And then he rubs me.
Just.
The.
Right.
Way.
“Fuck, I’m there. Oh, fuck, I’m coming.” Pleasure swarms over me, an assault on my senses, on my sanity. I’m captivated by this man who owns me so thoroughly. Can’t look anywhere but at his big, dark eyes. Mine. “It’s so much. Too much. I feel it everywhere.”