Chapter 12
*Aria's Pov*
My mouth snaps shut, but my hands find their way under his shirt, smoothing up his strong, hard back. I need to touch him, to feel every inch of him.
When his fingers find my core, I gasp. My legs are already trembling, my body aching for more. He knows it, too—knows how much I love his touch.
“Mmm,” he says, a soft, satisfied noise. “Already wet for me.”
“Always,” I murmur.
He kisses my jawline, and my head tips back. This man is too much for me. Too good. Too powerful. I don’t deserve him.
But I take him anyway, greedily, desperately.
His fingers slide inside me, and I shudder. I’m already close, my body responding to his touch like it’s been hardwired to respond to him and only him.
“Alpha,” I moan, my hips moving in rhythm with his fingers. “Please.”
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