Elara’s POV
“The only hands that would be over you is mine, Elara. I’ll make sure you forget how their hands felt on you.”
Alric’s voice was cold, deep, and alluringly tempting. I wanted to back off, I wanted to say no, until his hands roamed around my back in the pool, the water kissing against our bare skin, my bra still hanging loosely on my shoulder.
Feeling his hands on my thigh, then near my forbidden spot, the way he held me made me fold.
“Al…ric,” I tried to call out his name, my hands tightening around his neck. He leaned into my shoulder, using his teeth to pin the bra strap down.
The next moment, I felt his wet tongue on my bare skin, tracing over the water drops along my shoulder, then came a sharp sting that made me gasp.
“Al…ric!” I screamed his name, but it came out as
