Elara's pov
“I want you… so bad.”
Alric leaned in closer to me, as those words fell on my ears in a whisper, before I could respond. He slammed his lips against mine, stumbling on my feet, his hands suddenly gripping me, pulling me up, as his kisses became rough, sucking on my lower lips.
Taking a few steps back to escape his grip, but I didn't want to let the taste of his lips leave me, ‘should I push him away?’
He was Alric, the almighty hockey player, the man every girl wanted. I was sure he’d had the most expensive, most beautiful women wrapped around his sheets.
A part of me wanted to pull him closer, much closer to the point of letting him satisfy my deepest fantasies, but another part of me hated the feeling of becoming just another name on his bed list.
Just thinking about i
