Never. I told myself. Even as I watched Alaric slowly easing toward me. His belly hardened and his arms flexed as he massaged along my belly. Stroking along the insides of my thighs. Eventually reaching down between us to pinch his thumbs along the outer edges of his c**k. Pressing my soft lips against him a bit harder and intensifying the sensations inside me.
I cried out and writhed over my bedding. Trying to escape me.
“Oh no, Sweetheart. There’s no escaping me.”
I tossed my head. Staring at a tapestry on the wall in an effort to hide from the fact that everything he was doing was more pleasing than any attempt my sweet old king had ever made to satisfy me. Any of Alaric’s simple touches set me on fire. The way he smelled was pure s*x. Making me want him every time I caught a whif
