NovelEnglishAlaric's thin lips, without any warning, captured hers in a kiss that ignited a fire between them, as intense and sweet as molten honey.
His distinct masculine scent enveloped her entirely.
The urge to kiss him, long suppressed, could no longer be contained. Blood rushed through her veins, her body heating up in anticipation of his embrace.
Holding her breath, her heart seemed to forget how to beat, her eyes wide as she stared at Alaric's face close to her cheek.
He was more striking than any woman, with a temper as gentle as his features were delicate and resilient, his face brushing against hers, leaving her cheeks feeling hot and flushed. Frozen in place, unable to control her boiling blood, Alaric deepened the kiss, prying her lips apart in a conquering motion.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe had only intended to scare her a bit, but once his lips met hers, a tightness gripped his throat, his body's desires nearly overwhelming him, instinctively craving more.
Kissed into submission, her breath mingled with his ragged inhales.
Suddenly, the memory of waking up disheveled in bed with Georgia three years ago flashed through her mind. That image, sharp as a knife, pierced her fervor-filled heart, bringing a stinging pain that cooled her down. The heat receded, and reason swiftly returned.
Her eyes, which had slowly closed, snapped open as she pushed Alaric away forcefully, wiping her mouth angrily, "Alaric, what are you, a dog? Always biting people?" "It's because you said my words were venomous, so I thought to let you taste them, see if they could kill you." Alaric's gaze remained intense, his desire not abated. But seeing her tense and embarrassed, worried he had scared her or made her feel disrespected, he tried to cover his intense longing with a jest.
"You're sick! I meant you have a sharp tongue, not actual poison!" she countered, her chest heaving.
Frustrated with her lingering feelings for Alaric and even more irritated that he disregarded her situation by showing up to tease her. SeaR*ch the Find Nøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
C NOW PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES ON EPICPLA ILD WWW Especially when it was clear he and Georgia were the ones to marry in the future, yet he still wouldn't leave her out of their triangle, making her position even more uncomfortable.
Did he ever consider that she was a living, breathing person who could feel hurt, pain, and embarrassment? All she wanted was to walk away from this hopeless relationship with dignity. Was that so wrong? "I'm sorry for all the harsh words in the past. You actually look better with a bit more weight, too skinny and you lose your charm," Alaric suddenly apologized.
Hearing the first part, she thought he genuinely felt sorry, but his backhanded compliment instantly spiked her blood pressure.
Taking a deep breath, she retorted, "You're the one with a sharp face, your whole family has sharp faces!" "I meant it as a compliment..." Alaric tried to explain.
"Just shut up!" she snapped. "I lied about marrying Spencer just so you'd stop barging into my house, into my ve room! It's disrespectful to a woman! Sure, we've been together, but we have no relationship now. Please, respect my personal space, okay?" She stood there, chin up, furious and flushed, telling Alaric off.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer anger was a mask for the uncontrollable desire she felt towards him.
Blushing could be from anger, not love.
Flushed and furious could mean outrage, not a body yearning for him.
Noticing she was serious, her big, round eyes glaring at him, truly m disliking his uninvited visits to her hand room.
Alaric's expression cooled, "I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused. Hearing from Spencer today that you twan weren't actually married gottoo excited, and I lost control. I promise, from now on, I won't cover without your permission, let alone to your room." A woman's private space is not for a man to invade lightly.
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