CHAPTER 89
LEILA’S POV
With one arm hooked around his, chest rising and falling as I panted, staring into his hazy gaze. I was lying in the bed, on my backside now, my two legs wrapped around his waist, my boobs covered in love bites, my lips thoroughly and freshly kissed, eagerly waiting for more.
Alaric’s head dipped, looking at the place we were intertwined. He pulled my legs apart and moved lower, his eyes hardened like steel, like one on a mission.
I leaned against the pillows so I could see what he was doing. The flimsy shorts I wore weren’t a commendable barrier, as they bared all of my wetness to his dark, hungry gaze.
My breath hitched as his fingers curled into the waistband of the shorts and slowly tugged it from my waist and down my ankles until it fell to the floor. Al
