Alaric
The kiss turned into something far more passionate than I had ever imagined it could be.
Our mouths moved together with a desperate, hungry rhythm, tongues sliding and tangling as if we were both trying to claim victory in this unexpected battle.
Before I even knew what was happening, my back met the soft mattress of the bed with a thud. Nico was suddenly on top of me, his knees braced firmly on either side of my hips, pinning me down with his weight in a way that sent a fresh wave of heat straight through my body.
Seeing him like that—hovering above me, dominant and in control—instantly dragged up every single one of his shady, cocky remarks from when I had announced my comeback.
All the jokes about the track, bending me over, and making me his. I couldn't help it.
