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“You said earlier that you planned on putting my mouth to good use.”

He had said that, and fuck if he didn’t want that more than anything he’d ever wanted in his life, but he…

Alaric shook his head. Her tongue moved against her lips and whatever tiny level of hesitation that had been brewing in his chest evaporated like smoke. Her eyes were wide and dark with passion, hair a tumbled mess over her shoulders and curling around her breasts. It was the first time he’d seen her look so…so free. And fuck, she was perfect.

“Well then…” He rose, unbuttoning his pants. He had them off in less than a second.

Her gaze dropped, and she made a sound that his cock really liked. He was hard, jutting up in the air, and so close to losing it that if she kept staring at him like that, he’d come right then. Gripping her shoulders, he positioned her on her knees before him and then bent down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that ended too soon. Then he straightened before her.

With her wrists secure