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The moment Rosalind's fingers touched him, he twitched, and she snatched her hand back with a soft gasp as her eyes flew up to him.
Was that supposed to happen? The thought flashed through her mind as she swallowed the lump in her throat.
Alaric's eyes darkened at once. "Stop testing my patience, Rosalind," he hissed.
"B-but I touched it?" Rosalind couldn't help but ask, her voice laced with confusion.
She had only poked him, and the moment he twitched beneath her fingers, she had pulled back as though it had burned her skin. Now she was staring at him in disbelief, almost as if that alone should have been enough.
But it wasn't the way he wanted her to.
Alaric leaned his head back, his eyes clouded with the sharp edge of desire as the urge to simply force himself on her rose in him. But this was his little Rosalind, and he had to take it slowly at first so that she would not be frightened the next time.
