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“Keep touching me.”
“I’ll do better than that.” Alastair then took me in his mouth.
The explosion of wet heat was mind-numbing. My hips jerked, and I fisted his hair. He swallowed me deeper, taking me to the back of his throat. The pleasure was so intense I cried out, voice breaking. The sensation was so good it frightened me.
“I love watching you lose control,”he said using our link. His mouth was busy working my shaft, sending euphoric ripples all throughout my body.“Only for me.”
Tingles moved down my spine, and pressure built at my base. My fingers knotted in his pale blond hair as my breaths shortened, quickened. I felt like I was about to break apart. “Alastair.” His name was a whine on my lips.
The pressure heightened, my skin prickled, and my legs began to quake. And then, he pulled away. A raspy groan tore through my throat at the loss of his hot mouth.
“Not yet,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. “When you come, I want it to be inside me.”
My body calmed, the ripples that had been building now still, though with that calm came a throbbing ache. The denial of release was almost painful. The word “please” was on the tip of my tongue, but I bit it back. I wouldn’t beg him. I wished to hold on to at least some of my dignity.
Alastair feathered kisses up my stomach, lightly bit at my ribs, then licked one of my nipples. I growled and snatched hold of his jaw, forcing his eyes up to mine.
“Must you tease me this way?” I asked.
He ran his teeth over his bottom lip and peered at me through long blond lashes. “Must you be so fun to tease?” He kissed me slowly, the pressure much too light. When I tried to deepen it, he pulled back, now allowing me to. As another growl worked its way up my throat, he smiled against my lips. “You’re sexy when you’re frustrated.”
“You must find me sexy often, then, for you are always grating on my last nerve.”
He laughed. The sound settled over my heart. Like me, Alastair didn’t show his emotions well. So him doing so right then made me ache in a different way.
I rejoined our mouths and dipped my tongue inside. He moaned a little, and the vibration shot straight to my throbbing shaft.
“The kitchen was stocked when you got here, right?” He flattened his hands on my chest and pushed me back down to the mattress.
“Yes,” I answered, confused by the random question. Was he hungry?
“What about your nightstand?” Alastair nodded to it. “Find anything in the drawer?”
“I haven’t looked.” I’d had no reason to.
He slid off my lap and crawled to the edge of the bed to open the drawer. When he returned, a small bottle was in his hand. “I’ll need to thank Baxter later for never failing to include the essentials.”
“Lubricant,” I said, reading the label. My face heated as its purpose dawned on me.
“Gods, that’s adorable. That flush.” Alastair brushed his knuckles across my cheek. “For so long, you reminded me of an arctic storm. Cold and detached. Lethal. I’m enjoying seeing the other sides of you.” He touched my lips. “Caring. A bit mouthy. Bashful.”
“I’m not bashful,” I mumbled against his thumb.
“If you say so.” He opened the cap on the bottle and squeezed some of the contents into his palm. He then reached a hand behind him. “I’d let you do this, but I’m not feeling that patient right now.”
The ache in my groin spread at the sight of him straddling me, one hand braced on my chest while he fingered himself with the other. He was delectable, more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen. His erection jutted in front of him, the tip slick with his precum. I slowly stroked him, our gazes locking. The moment felt so intimate, both sexually and emotionally.
“I still can’t believe this is real,” I said, chest tightening. “I can’t believe you’re here with me.”
Alastair softly smiled. Sadness and perhaps a bit of nerves swirled in the light blue pools of his eyes. “Me either.”
Once he had prepared himself, he squeezed more lubricant into his hand. My breath hitched as his greased palm then came around my shaft, gliding down, then back up. He positioned me at his entrance, and I shuddered at the throbbing warmth of him.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I couldn’t speak. I could barely even breathe. All I could manage was a quick nod. My anticipation built. A loud ringing sounded in my ears. Despite the cool air wafting in from the open window, I was burning up.
As he slowly took me into his body, I gasped, then groaned long and deep. The tight heat of him had my eyes rolling back and my toes curling. I had thought his mouth to be incredible, but being inside him? Paradise. There was nothing else like it in any of the realms. Just pure and utter bliss.
