ALARIC POV
I didn’t remember crossing the hallway, probably because every single time our lips touched my brain just would short-circuit.
I barely paused long enough to slam the door shut behind us.
The world outside ceased to exist the moment her sweet scent flooded my senses.
All that remained—
Was her.
I barely made it to the bed before she pulled at me again, desperate, trembling fingers gripping my shirt like she was afraid I’d disappear.
Like I wasn’t already unraveling right along with her—already a mess.
Throbbing and needy as much as she was.
“Don’t—” she whispered, breath shaking against my jaw, “don’t let go…”
"I'm never going to let go, Kotionek" I rasped, shoving her T-shirt aside, exposing her flesh .
I nuzzled the curve of her shoulder, gently draghino my nose
