[I'll take your silence as a yes…] Alaric's voice curled through their bond, dark and hungry.
Before Ayesha could find the breath to protest or give in, his lips found the exposed skin of her shoulder, licking and suckling slowly but deliberately. She gasped, her body arching against him as his fingers continued their rhythm, thrusting in and out of her slick folds with a growing intensity.
It was maddening, being touched like this in the open, the gentle sway of the horse beneath them adding to the rhythm of his touch. Every rock and bounce made her feel more exposed, more helpless to stop what was happening and more desperate for it to continue.
"Alaric…" she breathed, barely a whisper.
