Lilith #2
“I could never be disappointed in you. Ever.” Without letting go of my waist, he lowers himself to the floor, one knee, and then the other one.
Elegant. Controlled. Hot. “Especially not today. Look at you, wearing that dress that shows off every curve. You could feed me burned toast at this point, and I wouldn’t just eat it. I’d lick my fucking fingers clean.”
I shudder at his sincerity, at how adoration bleeds from every word. Then I gasp when he shoves me up against the wall. But he doesn’t stop there. His hands close even harder around my hips, pulling a gasp out of me.
“And the fact that you cooked for me…” he growls.
“Yes?”
“I’m truly flattered.”
“But?”
“No but. And.”
“And?”
I’m burning up when he slides his hands under my dress and peels off my underwear.
He presses them to his nose, inhaling my scent. My breath stutters, my entire body begging for more.
“I’m grateful to be invited to officially meet your family,” he says, dropping my panties to the side.
I whimper and arch my back as his hands find my calves, skimming them up to the backs of my knees.
Arousal trickles down my thighs from that simple caress. Except it’s not really simple. Not innocent either, when it’s him touching me.
It’s electric.
“This is everything I never knew I wanted.” He guides my leg up, and though I’m trembling, needy, desperate, I shift instinctively, angling my hips toward him while he settles my calf on his shoulder. “The dinner and this.”
He levels me with a meaningful look. One I’m too overwhelmed to decipher.
“This?”
“As I said before, taking care of you.” He twists his head, his soft lips pressing a kiss to my calf. “You don’t need to go through a panic attack alone. You have me.”
Oh, no. He’s noticed just how broken I am. How bad the panic attack was.
It’s so humiliating I could die.
My hands fly up to hide my face, but before they get there, Alaric gives me a sharp shake of his head.
The need to please him overrides the embarrassment, and I drop them to the sides.
“Good girl. Don’t ever hide from me. Making sure you’re okay is a part of who I am now.
” One hand steadies my thigh. The other bunches up the skirt of my dress.
“That means I’m the lucky fucker who gets to be on his knees for you.
Who makes you come as many times as you need until the panic subsides, until all you feel is pleasure. ”
My lips part and close several times. I want to say okay, badly, except what if he’s doing it out of pity?
“You don’t have to,” I whisper.
The dress fabric is being shoved into my hands. “Hold on, little devil.”
Relieved at having my answer, I latch onto it. A month ago, the thought of exposing myself to a man’s famished gaze would’ve made me blush. Stutter. Hide. I was a virgin.
Things have changed since Alaric claimed me. He’s owned my soul for years. Now, my body is his too.
I crave the depraved look in his eyes, stripped of pity.
I’m obsessed with his unwavering attention as much as everything else about him. It’s why the last of my panic vanishes when he gets this close, his breath hot on my wet skin.
I want. I need.
“Oh, fuck,” I grind out through clenched teeth when he starts licking me.
His tongue is vicious. Swirling, flicking, lapping at my sex. Alaric’s blue eyes burrow into mine, pupils blown as he does the most obscene, most mind-blowing things to my pussy.
When his thumbs part my lips, I feel what he has planned for me.
But I’m nowhere ready for it.
I don’t think I’ll ever be prepared for how intense it is to have my clit sucked by Alaric.
“I’m going to come.” I shudder, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip to silence a scream. “Too fast. It’s too fast, and I can’t stop it.”
He pulls back, his lips glistening. “Let go.”
His order is the only reprieve I get before he returns to ravishing me.
Kissing me.
Sucking again. And again.
Fuck.
I bite my lip, hard, as my climax rattles my bones. My soul. My heart.
“Good girl.” His lips press to my inner thigh when I’m done.
“Thank you.” I watch him put my leg back and pull my panties back on.
Usually, when a panic attack fades, my muscles ache, and I feel empty. This is different, with Alaric’s heat and devotion filling every part of me.
“Nothing to thank me for.” He rises to his full, glorious height.
Gently, like he’s tending to a wounded animal, he takes both my hands in his.
The brush of his mouth on my knuckles sends goosebumps racing across my skin.
“Lilith. I’ll never be angry with you. Ever.” He cups my cheek while holding my hands to his chest. His heart beats in there, slow, powerful. Determined. “And just so we’re clear, from this point on, the word disappointment doesn’t apply to you.”
“Okay.” My mouth itches the way it does when I feel too much, when I don’t know whether to smile or cry. “Okay.”
“One more thing. You asked me to come to you if I ever needed anyone.” Lifting one of my hands, he kisses each knuckle again, sending little jolts of electricity through me. “I’m begging you to do the same. Let me be that person for you.”
“Okay.”
His lips quirk. His eyes are so kind.
“You’re mine.” He strokes my cheek, his thumb smooth, the motion steadying me. “And I’m yours. Whatever happens, we have each other.”
“Just like that?”
“Yes. Just like that.”
It sounds so simple coming from him.
Except it isn’t. If it really were, I should’ve been able to tell him I’ve been stalking him since before I moved back to New York. That I had a PI get me information on him. That I bought an apartment close to his on purpose.
It should’ve been easy for him to be completely honest too.
Soon, though, we’ll have that.
Things will be wonderfully simple then.
“Lil.” I hear Hope from the hallway. “I’m ordering pizza. Come out when you guys are ready.”
“Be right there,” I call out, my neck on fire.
“Promise me.” Alaric’s intensity almost brings me to my knees. “Tell me you’ll come to me. That you trust me.”
“I will.” I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him close. “I do.”