(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
Alaric's hands pulled me toward him with a hunger that made my breath catch. The moment I reached the edge of the bed, he drew me down until I straddled his lap, the thin fabric of my chemise doing little to separate us.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he growled, his hands sliding up my thighs.
I could feel exactly what I did to him, pressing hard against me through his trousers. The evidence of his desire emboldened me.
"Show me," I whispered, rolling my hips against him.
His eyes darkened further, if that was even possible. "Oh, I intend to."
In one fluid motion, he lifted my chemise over my head and tossed it aside, leaving me completely bare before him. Though we had been intimate before, the hunger in his gaze still made me flush.
"You're staring," I murmured, fighting the urge to cover myself.
