Chapter 242

Evelina

When his grip on my hair finally relaxed, I pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Alaric looked thoroughly debauched, his chest heaving and a sheen of sweat on his brow.

"Fuck," he breathed, reaching down to cup my face. "Come here."

I climbed back onto his lap, and he kissed me deeply, seemingly unbothered by tasting himself on my lips. His tongue swept into my mouth poss