Page 81 of Stolen
My hands grip her thighs, but I can feel her squirm, desperate for something to hold on to.
She reaches back, palms searching for purchase, but I won’t let her fall.
Not ever.
I tighten the magic supporting her, making sure she’s suspended in pleasure, not pain. The wall may be cold and ancient, but my power makes it a throne for her alone.
Mine. My viyella. My queen.
When I replace my tongue with two fingers, thrusting into her slick heat, her cries grow louder, more frantic.
Her pussy clenches tight, as if she doesn’t want to let me go.
“You’re so beautiful when you fall apart,Myrrin,” I groan, fucking her slow and deep with my fingers. “I want to see it. I want you to tell me when it happens.”
Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide.
Her lips part, and my name escapes in a breathless moan.
“Alaric, please,” she whines, and the sound is nirvana.
“Tell me,” I demand, my voice like gravel. “I want to hear what I do to you. Tell me how I make you feel,Myrrin. Now.”
I pinch her clit gently. But firm enough to pull a gasp from her lips, then roll it between two fingers while I curl the others inside her.
My pinky teases the edge of her tight little ass, claws retracted. This touch is not about pain.
Not tonight.
Tonight is pleasure. Only pleasure.
I lower my mouth to her again, tongue working in tandem with my hands. She cries out louder, fists tangling in my hair as her thighs spread wider for me.
“Feels so good. You feel so good. Please, don’t stop,” she whimpers, raw and undone. Her voice shreds what’s left of my restraint.
“Call me yourviyen,” I growl against her thigh, the word thick with longing. “Here. Now. I want to hear you claim me like you did at the spring. Tell me I’m yours. I want to be yours.”
I suckle her clit, tongue fluttering with purpose, and she comes undone in my mouth—shaking, gasping, calling out.
“Yes, you’re mine, Alaric. My viyen. Fuck, like that—yes!”
Her head tips back, lips parted, flushed and radiant as she rides the high I give her.
That right there?
That is my favorite sight in all the realms. Jules, completely wrecked by my touch, with my name on her lips and my title bound to her breath.
When her spasms ease, and she returns to herself, her gaze finds mine.
She’s still trembling, still panting.
But her fingers cradle my face with exquisite tenderness.
“Alaric,” she whispers. “Viyen.”
My name, my role, my truth. Spoken in her voice, it becomes holy.
“Yes. Yours,Myrrin. And now,” I growl, rising to my feet in one smooth motion, “I take what’s mine.”
