Page 46 of Stolen
Like he knows this kiss will taste better than anything in this world or the next.
And fuck me, he’s right.
Because when his mouth captures mine, when his hands slide to my waist and he lifts me from my chair, dragging me closer to his impossibly hard body,everything else disappears.
Chapter10
Alaric
The Eyrie—TheDining Hall to the Bedroom
“Alaric,” she breathes against my lips, and fuck, my name has never sounded like that.
Like prayer and sin at once.
She clings to me like I’m something good.
Something worthy.
But I’m not any of that.
I am lies.
I am illusion.
This is seduction. Practiced and planned.
“Will you give yourself to me, Jules Strano?” I ask, my voice rougher now.
“I’ve never felt like this before. It’s crazy. You’re like a dream. A stranger in the night whisking me away to some faraway fairytale,” she whispers, and her eyes—fuck, they look at me with so much heat I can’t resist it.
I kiss her again.
“I asked you something,” I remind her, wanting to kick myself and needing her answer all at the same time.
“You asked if you can have me,” she says.
But this time, she makes the first move, pulling my head down so she can claim my lips with hers.
“And?” I whisper, holding on by a thread.
This woman lights fires in my blood.
She has no idea of the beast that lurks beneath my skin.
No notion of the monster she’s teasing with promises of carnal delights andownership.
Fuck, yes.
My Dragon likes that idea. He wants to own her,to possess her.
If I was the confessing kind, I’d admit I want that, too.
I can’t wait to sink into her lush body, fill her with my seed, my scent.
To claim her with my bite.
My viyella.
