"Hold on, sweetheart. Not until I say so," Alaric said softly as he breathed in Nicolette's essence.
Lord, she smelled so good. So good that he could literally lose himself in her.
"Alaric…" Nicolette tugged at his hair, moaning against his magic.
The way she called his name drove him crazy. He swirled his tongue against her clit and she jerked.
"Ah, Alar…"
Her voice trailed off as he flipped his tongue all over her sweet spot before plunging it inside her.
He loved the way she called his name. It was way better than that generic, formal Mr. Allens. This felt better—so pure, so complete.
Nicolette's body jerked and he knew it was time again. When she had climaxed on his fingers, it had sent him out of space. And now that he could smell her release coming, he couldn't wait to taste her.
He lifted his head, his tongue craving to go back in, but his body tightening, unable to hold on to his control.
