Warning: Explicit content ahead (18+ only)
(Author's POV)
After the passionate kiss, the gentleness, the tenderness Alaric was showcasing were totally out of character. It was like a poisonous drug that he was caressing into her, working as a Narcotic, catching Myra off guard as she let herself go with the flow. They were consumed by their deep desires and lost in each other's caging embrace. The moment was hypnotic in a very twisted way.
Alaric had pinned her to the glass wall this time as he was ready to take things to the next step. Fixing her securely with one arm, his right hand moved from beneath her hips towards her breasts. Once there, he started kneading the right one as a hoarse, breathless moan escaped Myra's mouth, "Nnghhh~ …. mmm~ *gasp* …" Even when she was gasping, he didn't break the kiss.
