Alaric’s POV:
The moment my fingers locked around Valerie’s wrist,the world narrowed to the hitch in her breath, the way her pulse fluttered like a trapped bird beneath her skin. I dragged her against me, her body molding into mine like she was made for it—like she’d been carved from my own hunger. Her gasp was a spark to kindling, her hands fluttering over my chest before her nails bit in, sharp as claws.
Good.
I wanted her fire. I wanted to taste it.
“You wanted this right?” I whispered, my breath a brand on her neck—hot,wet,promising. The scent of her arousal was thick, intoxicating, her body already betraying her stubborn lips.
“Damn, Valerie. You’re so f*****g pretty.”
She arched into me, a smirk playing on her swollen lips. “I know, right?”
Her hips rolled , grinding agains
