My heart is racing and nothing about this is safe or sane. My lower back arches almost painfully, and I have to actively hold back from sinking my fingers into his hair and urge him to properly taste me. Instead of this, my hand finds support on the edge of the desk, while the other sinks into my hair, my eyes fluttering open. I force my lungs to fill with air and I disguise a short moan with a disapproving grunt.
Alarick chuckles, his mouth still above my core, the rumble of his chuckle reverberating through me, making me want to squirm.
"There's no need to say anything. Your body is making sure I know exactly what I need to." he murmurs, a wicked promise underneath his tone.
His canines scrape against me once more and right as I think he was about to give up and undress me complet
