Then she turned to face him. "How about I remind you," she said, her voice dropping to a purr, "why you picked ... why you made yours."
Rick’s hands found Alia’s waist as she stepped into him, her lips brushing over his in featherlight temptation. Her fingers slid up his chest, curling at his collar before she leaned in. "Tell you missed ," she whispered.
"I did," he said in a barely audible voice.
Her lips t his again, hungrier this ti. Their mouths moved in sync, and before he could think, she was backing him toward the bed, her kiss deepening with every step.
His fingers tangled in her hair as her body pressed flush against his, heat building in waves between them.
They reached the bed, and he barely had a second to breathe before she pushed him down onto it. Alia climbed over him, straddling his lap as her knees sank into the cushions on either side of him.
Her heart was thudding so loudly in her chest, she could barely hear anything else. This was happening. She was doing this. And gods help her, she wanted it.
She leaned in and caught his lips in a kiss that was more hunger than grace, more instinct than thought.
Rick took charge of the kiss, his tongue wrestling with hers, but she didn’t care. It only added to the heat rolling through her.
Her mouth trailed from his lips to his jaw, down to the strong curve of his neck. She nipped at the sensitive skin there, then soothed the sting with her tongue.
His breath hitched, his grip tightening like he was barely holding back.
"You’ve always looked good in black," she murmured, undoing his shirt, one button at a ti. "But you look even better out of it."
Rick’s mouth curved faintly. "You’ve been planning this, haven’t you?"
"Only since the mont you were staring at like so goddamn snack."
Her mouth trailed down his neck as she tugged his shirt open, lips brushing hot against his chest.
He groaned, gripping her hips as she rocked gently over him. "God, Alia..."
She lifted her face, flushed and wicked. "Say it again."
He exhaled, breathless. "Alia."
She smiled, lowering herself until her breasts pressed against his bare chest. "Good."
With a swift motion, she rolled her hips, drawing a hiss from his throat.
Her fingers trailed down his chest, slowly, deliberately, tracing the defined lines of his abs with light pressure, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch.
"I’ve been looking forward to this all evening," she whispered against his lips, breathless, a little shaky, but determined.
Rick’s eyes darkened, his pupils dilating, and his lips curled into a slow, devastating smirk. "Then by all ans..." he said in a low and rough voice, filled with desire. "Do your worst."
She kissed him again, softer this ti, then again and again, little presses of lips as her hand drifted lower, brushing over the waistband of his boxers.
Her fingers slipped beneath, hesitating just for a breath before they grazed the hot skin underneath.
He let out a low, guttural sound, his hands tightening on her hips, pulling her flush against him. His cock was already half-hard, straining beneath the thin fabric.
She could feel him twitching beneath her, the heat of him so impossible to ignore.
Rick groaned, head tipping back.
"Let take care of you," she said.
He didn’t argue.
"Take these off," she murmured, tugging at his shorts and boxer, her voice muffled against his skin.
He didn’t hesitate. In one smooth motion, he pushed them down and kicked them away, finally, fully bare before her.
She sat up slowly, looking at him properly, drinking him in like he was sothing sacred. The broad chest, the sculpted stomach, and then her eyes dropped. She bit her lower lip, a surprised and breathless laugh escaping her.
"Oh wow," she whispered. "I almost forgot how much you packed underneath."
Rick grinned. "There was a reason you kept coming for it every night, even when you were married."
She rolled her eyes, laughing softly. "I bet you think so."
But she couldn’t look away.
Her fingers reached out almost on their own, trailing over his length, marvelling at the smooth heat of him. He was thick and heavy in her palm, and the way he twitched at her touch made sothing coil tight in her belly.
She wrapped her fingers around him properly, her thumb brushing over the tip where a bead of pre-cum had already gathered. He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut, his hands clenching around her thighs like he needed sothing to anchor him.
"I can’t..." she started, then paused, taking a deep, satisfying breath. "I can’t believe you’ve starved of this for a while now."
His eyes opened instantly, sharp and gentle all at once. "I’m sorry about that," he said, his voice softer now. "But I’m here now."
She smiled nervously. "And you promise to always be here?"
He reached up, brushing her cheek with his knuckles. "Yes, I promise."
She smiled, then leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock, just a soft, curious kiss. He hissed through his teeth, his whole body going tense.
"Fvckkk...," he moaned, his voice strained, almost pleading.
She ignored him, flattening her tongue and licking a slow line up the underside. He tasted like salt and heat and sothing uniquely him.
She went again, swirling her tongue around the head before taking him into her mouth, slowly.
His hips jerked beneath her. "Fuck."
She sucked gently, working her hand in tandem with her mouth, building a rhythm. Her tongue moved along the underside while her fingers stroked what she couldn’t fit.
He was thick, stretching her lips, and she had to breathe through her nose, trying not to gag or lose the rhythm.
He let out a ragged moan, one hand sliding into her hair, his fingers curling but not pushing. Just holding. Like he couldn’t believe this was real.
"Oh, god... Alia..." he groaned.
But even as the na left his lips, Rick’s mind was slipping to sowhere else... soone else, and that person was Erald.
It hit him like a sucker punch to the chest. It wasn’t Alia’s mouth he was imagining. It was Erald’s. The woman he had no right to crave. Her lips, her hands, her voice teasing him with wicked promises.
The way Erald used to look at him like she could burn him alive and kiss him better after.
Every flick of Alia’s tongue only pulled him deeper into that illusion. In his head, it wasn’t Alia kneeling between his legs, it was Erald.
She moaned around him in response, vibrations making him twitch in her mouth. Her hand moved faster, her tongue tracing the ridge beneath the head, experinting, trying to rember what made him gasp, what made his hips buck.
Rick’s body was trembling beneath her, his muscles going taut. "Shit... I’m close."
She pulled back slightly, stroking him with both hands, her tongue flicking over the tip again and again. "Let go," she whispered, her breath ghosting over his slick skin. "I want to feel you lose it."
His head dropped back, his eyes wild, his chest heaving. His fingers tightened in her hair.
"Co on, Rick," she purred, teasing him with her lips, her tongue.
She could feel it, the tension in him. The way he strained, barely holding on.
Then he broke.
He groaned loudly, his hips thrusting as his cock pulsed in her hand. Hot ropes of cum shot out, painting her hand, his stomach, dripping down the sides. She didn’t stop. She kept stroking him through it, gentle now, coaxing every last drop.
His body collapsed against the bed, utterly spent, his breath coming in heavy gasps. "Damn Erald," he muttered. "That was fucking great."
Alia froze, her hand still on him, her body suddenly cold.
Rick blinked, breath caught in his throat.
"What did you just say?" she asked in a low and flat voice.
Rick blinked as if waking up from a trance. "Nothing."
But she shoved him off, crawling back as humiliation painted her cheeks red. "You said her na."
"I... It... I’m sorry, it was a mistake."
"No," she snapped. "You said her na while I was blowing you off!"
Rick clenched his jaw. "Alia—"
But a knock interrupted, and they both turned.
"What?" Alia barked, rage thick in her voice.
"M-my apologies, Luna," ca the maid’s nervous voice from behind the door. "But... Lady Erald is here. She says she must speak with Alpha Rick. It’s urgent."
The room went still.
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