Chapter 368: You Belong To Me [2] [R18]
The aphrodisiac hit Alaric like a tidal wave.
One moment he was trying to form words, to push back against Vanessia’s advance. The next, his entire body was on fire. Every nerve ending screamed for contact, for relief, for more.
His essence channels, still recovering and sensitive, amplified the effect tenfold. The drug didn’t just cloud his mind... it set his very soul ablaze with need.
And Vanessia’s lips on his were the only thing that felt right.
So... he stopped resisting.
His hand found her waist, gripping the silk of her robe and pulling her fully onto his lap.
Vanessia made a surprised sound that quickly turned into a pleased hum as Alaric kissed her back with sudden intensity.
Their mouths moved together, hungry and demanding.
Her lips were soft but insistent, tasting of wine and something sweeter. When her tongue swept across his lower lip, seeking entrance, Alaric opened for her immediately.
The kiss deepened.
Became messier. More desperate.
Vanessia’s fingers tangled in his dark hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp in a way that sent shivers down his spine.
Her other hand slid from his shoulder to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his thin sleeping shirt.
"Good," she breathed against his mouth when they broke apart for air.
"That’s much better."
Her copper eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide with desire. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and her breathing was already coming faster.
Then she rolled her hips against him, and Alaric groaned at the friction. He was already achingly hard, his cock straining against his pants.
Her hand slid down his chest, over his abdomen, until her fingers traced the hard line of his erection through the fabric.
"And from the feel of things, you’re not complaining."
Alaric’s hips jerked up involuntarily at her touch.
"Fuck—"
"Eventually." Vanessia leaned in, her lips brushing his ear.
"But first, I want to taste you properly."
She kissed him again, slower this time, savoring it.
Her tongue explored his mouth thoroughly while her hand continued its torturous stroking through his pants.
When she finally pulled back, Alaric was breathing hard. His hands had moved to her hips, gripping the silk there with barely restrained force.
"You’re holding back," Vanessia observed. She shifted in his lap, deliberately grinding against his erection. "I don’t want you to be gentle and polite. I want you, Azra. All of you. The man who fights without hesitation. The one who doesn’t hold back."
Something snapped in Alaric.
His hands tightened on her hips, and in one smooth motion he flipped their positions.
Vanessia gasped as her back hit the bed, Alaric suddenly looming over her, his body pressing hers into the mattress.
"Is that what you want?" His voice was a low growl. One hand pinned both her wrists above her head while the other gripped her thigh, spreading her legs so he could settle between them.
"You want me to stop holding back?"
"Yes," Vanessia breathed, her eyes bright with triumph and desire.
"Show me what I’m investing in."
Alaric captured her mouth in a bruising kiss.
His free hand slid up her body, pushing aside the loose fabric of her nightgown to cup her breast through the thin silk.
Vanessia arched into his touch with a moan.
"Ahh... yes..."
Her breast was full and heavy in his palm, the nipple already hard beneath the fabric. Alaric squeezed, rolled the peak between his fingers, and was rewarded with another breathy moan.
"More," Vanessia demanded against his lips. "Touch me properly. Don’t tease."
"Impatient," Alaric murmured, but he obliged. He released her wrists and sat back on his heels, looking down at her sprawled on his bed.
Vanessia’s hair was already disheveled, spread across his pillow like flames. Her nightgown had ridden up, exposing one smooth thigh. The robe had come completely undone, revealing the thin silk beneath that did absolutely nothing to hide her body.
She was stunning.
"Take it off," she said, her hands moving to the ties of her nightgown. "Or I will."
"Let me." Alaric’s hands covered hers, stopping her. "I want to unwrap you myself."
He took his time despite the drug screaming at him to hurry.
His fingers found the silk ties at her neckline and pulled slowly, watching as the fabric loosened. The neckline gaped open, revealing the swell of her breasts, the valley between them, the smooth expanse of her stomach.
Vanessia watched him with hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "You’re still holding back."
"Savoring," Alaric corrected. He pushed the nightgown open completely, baring her to his gaze.
She wore nothing underneath.
Her body was a study in mature feminine beauty.
Full breasts with dusky pink nipples, a soft curve to her stomach that spoke of motherhood, hips that flared in perfect proportion, and between her thighs...
"Beautiful," Alaric breathed.
"Flattery won’t save you from what I’m going to do to you,"
Vanessia said, but she was smiling, pleased by the genuine appreciation in his voice.
"Now get that shirt off. I want to see you too."
Alaric pulled his sleeping shirt over his head in one motion, tossing it aside. Vanessia’s eyes immediately traveled over his exposed chest and abdomen, taking in the lean muscle.
"Much better," she purred. Her hands reached up, tracing the lines of his muscles. "I knew you’d be worth the investment."
"Is that all I am?" Alaric asked, catching one of her wandering hands and bringing it to his lips. "An investment?"
"Right now?" Vanessia’s other hand slid down to the waistband of his pants, fingers dipping just beneath. "Right now you’re the man I’m going to ride until neither of us can move."
The crude words, coming from such a refined lady, sent a fresh wave of heat through Alaric.
His cock throbbed almost painfully.
"Then do it," he challenged.
Vanessia grinned.
She pushed at his chest, and Alaric let her flip their positions again. She straddled his hips, the wet heat of her pussy pressing against his cloth-covered erection.
"These need to go," she said, tugging at his pants. "Now."
Alaric lifted his hips, and together they worked his pants and undergarments down and off. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and leaking at the tip.
Vanessia’s eyes widened slightly.
"Oh my..."
"Problem?" Alaric asked, voice strained.
"Not at all." She wrapped one hand around him, stroking slowly from base to tip.
"Just... appreciating."
Alaric groaned, his hips jerking up into her grip. The sensation of her soft hand on his heated flesh was almost too much after the buildup.
"Vanessia—"
"Shh." She stroked him again, her thumb swiping over the head to gather the moisture there.
"I want to taste you first. Like I said."
Before Alaric could respond, she shifted down his body and took him into her mouth.
"Fuck!"
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