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the entire twin-size bed. He took the mug from my hands and set it on a rock ledge on his side, then urged me down. “Go back to sleep,” he said, his arm draped across my chest.
    I rolled to my side and faced him, my muscles wound tight.
    “I make you nervous,” he said, brushing hair away from my face.
    I stifled a snicker. Well wasn’t that the understatement of the century? “No, no you don’t,” I lied.
    He brushed the back of his fingers against my temple, looking at me with unbearable tenderness. “Don’t be afraid…” He paused. “What’s your name?”
    “Chloe.”
    “I’d never hurt you, Chloe,” he said, my name sounding so foreign on his tongue.
    I averted my eyes to keep from falling further into the warm depths of his gaze because, despite logic and reason, I wanted to believe him.
    His fingers continued to sweep through my hair and eventually, my muscles began to relax, my heart rate slowing. And no matter how hard I tried to stay awake and remain vigilant, my vision eventually dimmed until the shadows on the walls bled onto Alaric’s face.
    And then everything was awash in black.
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    F rom a faraway place I felt a tug, then the slide of fabric against my skin, the cool air a welcome respite for my overheating body. Even after I surfaced to consciousness, I kept my eyes shut and reveled in the delicious slide of warm hands on my thighs, spreading me wide open.
    When I couldn’t take it anymore, I opened my eyes and found Alaric kneeling between my legs, one hand wrapped around his engorged shaft as he stared down at my wet heat.
    His eyes flicked upward and, realizing he’d been caught, flashed a wry grin.
    “What are you doing?” I asked.
    He huffed through his nose, his gaze once again drawn to my throbbing core. “It doesn’t look like I imagined.”
    I stretched my arms over my head and arched my back, a smile playing along my lips. “What did you think it would look like?”
    His nostrils flared, his eyes fixed down. “I thought it would be hairy.”
    I bit my lips together to keep from laughing. “Some people like to have it waxed.”
    “And I thought it would be… bigger.”
    “Bigger?”
    He glanced down at the hard length in his palm. “To fit.”
    I opened my legs further, still drunk on sleep and desire. “It adjusts to accommodate your size.”
    His dark eyes fixed on mine as he nodded. “It’s so tight and so good it’s almost too much. Like I might die and go to heaven.”
    I chuckled—I couldn’t help it—but the laughter died in my throat when he asked, “What do you taste like?”
    I blinked up at Alaric, at a loss for what to say. I’d never really enjoyed receiving oral sex, had always felt too self-conscious to enjoy the act. Needless to say, I’d never, in all my twenty-seven years of existence, tasted myself.
    Before I could respond, Alaric reached out and drew two fingers down my slit, spreading my wetness around as he explored my folds. He dipped two fingers inside me then brought them up to his lips. I held my breath as he sucked his fingers into his mouth and let out a rumbling groan that I felt deep in my gut.
    He leaned over and did it again, maintaining eye contact while delving deep into my heat. A moment later, he brought his fingers up to my lips. His gaze unnerved me, made me feel laid open and vulnerable, drove me to push past my discomfort.
    Finally, my tongue darted out and I tasted myself for the first time. It was a strange flavor, like nothing I’d ever tasted before, but it wasn’t altogether unpleasant. His nostrils flared when I opened up and sucked on his fingers. Then he was on me, his mouth ravaging mine, hands roaming over my heated skin. Just as quickly, he pulled away and flipped me onto my stomach.
    I looked over my shoulder, finding him gazing down at my backside with naked wonder. But he held back, even as every muscle in his body strained against his skin. He wet his lips and said, “I want inside you.”
    I nodded,