POV: Jasmine
My hips jerked involuntarily as he pressed his finger inside me, slowly stretching me just enough to make me ache for more.
"So tight," he groaned, noting every little reaction I gave him like he was studying me, memorizing the way my body responded to his touch. "This pretty little pussy was made for me, wasn't it?"
I whimpered, my head tipping back as he moved inside me, curling his finger, dragging pleasure from places I didn't even know existed. My breath hitched when he added a second finger, the stretch setting every nerve in my body on fire.
Alaric's free hand came up to cup my jaw, forcing my gaze back to his. "Look at me while I take you apart."
Gods, I couldn't. It was too much. The way he touched me, the way he owned me with just his fingers–it was too intense, too consuming.
"You're already shaking." he murmured, smirking as he drove his fingers deeper, coaxing another broken moan from my lips. "And I've barely even started."
