Nico
Alaric's hand shoved desperately against my bare chest, trying to push me away, but I pinned his wrists above his head with one powerful grip. My other hand fisted the front of his silky white off shoulder shirt, holding him exactly where I wanted him.
"I shouldn't have walked away," I muttered as I kissed him again, harder, deeper this time. I licked his lips, devoured every bit of him, and tasted every desperate sound he tried to swallow.
The black choker around his neck brushed against my knuckles as I tilted his head back further, exposing more of his throat.
I sucked a dark bruise right below it, then another lower down, marking him where the world would see tomorrow.
"Stop fighting me," I growled against his swollen, spit slick lips, grinning as he panted into my face. "You lost the bet and tonight, you are mine, princess. Every fucking inch of you belongs to me."
