POV: JASMINE
All the hesitation and courage I thought I had mustered… All the walls I thought I had built around my heart came crumpling the moment I set eyes on him.
"Ahh… Alaric…" I moaned, my head tipping back when he slid his length into my wetness from the front, my hands making a fist on his white shirt.
What was I doing? I'd roughen up his shirt, and it would be obvious what he had stepped out to do. I tried to loosen my grip to save him from the evidence of us, but he stopped me, his large hand holding mine in place.
"Roughen it up, baby. Don't hold back," He shivered against my ears, pulling out and sliding back in again with another moan. "Fuck. I'm all yours, Mine."
For a man who kissed like he was starved, I didn't expect this level of lovemaking from him. He fucked me like I was some fragile piece that could shatter at any moment. His thrusts were slow, gentle, and controlled.
