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You can’t see
the entrance, you can only feel it.”
    I took another
sip of tea, thoughts bouncing around in my head. Alaric swung his legs onto the
mattress and settled in beside me, his large frame taking up nearly 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.

 
    ~

 
    From 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