HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 101

Meadow’s POV:

I may have held back on getting to know Alaric any further tonight, but I wasn’t going to let go of the matter with Clarissa.

I was going to find a way to ask him about her without raising any suspicions.

After he fucked me on my vanity table, he kissed me one last time, and then went downstairs to get some food warm for both of us.

I took a quick shower and got dressed in a tank top and a pair of shorts–he seemed to love it when I wore that–and then I went down the stairs to the kitchen where he was already setting up our plates and a bottle of wine.

I nearly melted at the sight. Alaric had changed into a pair of sweatpants but he was still shirtless. And the pants hung low on his hips.

My mouth watered again. I couldn’t imagine I had been missing all of that pleasure while I was still a virgin. However, if there was anything I was relieved about, it was the fact that Alaric got to disvirgin me.

I was glad I gave that part of me to him. There was no one else I could imagine who would’ve-

“I can feel your eyes boring into my back, Meadow,” Alaric murmured, amusement lacing his tone as he turned around to face me.

I shrugged, even as heat crept up my neck. “It’s a nice back.”

He arched a perfect brow at me, smirking as his eyes did a not–so–subtle sweep of my body. I swear I was completely sore, but looking at this man made me want to go again and again and again.

Those piercings on his cock made our sex feel all the more pleasurable and epic. Although I could never stop wondering how it felt to get them, since he couldn’t… you know, feel anything.

He tilted his head. “Come here.”

Come.

Here.

Those two words were very simple, but when put together… When HE put them together, it felt like he was casting a spell on me. My feet moved before my brain could even catch up.

But those words didn’t compare to what he had called me when he was fucking me upstairs.

‘Seelenflamme.‘

The word had not stopped echoing in my mind. Alaric had quite literally called me his soul flame, and not only that, but he had told me he was terrified that I would leave since there was no time clause in the contract.

Although, I had to be frank. It was a relief to hear that. To know that the contract I signed was not a trap even though it was an oversight on my part to not even ask about it.

I was careless. Blinded by my need to have him, overwhelmed with the way he treated–and still treats- me. No one had ever made me feel like I actually mattered. Like I MORE THAN mattered.

I wasn’t even sure anyone would ever treat me that way except for him.

Alaric let out a sigh of relief when I walked into his arms. He wrapped his big arms around me and I buried my face into his chest.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he murmured into my hair.

A nervous chuckle escaped me and I trailed my hands across his chest, raising my head to look at him. My breath caught in my throat. It was as though that moment we shared upstairs had made something in him go soft. Vulnerable.

I could see why he’d be scared of completely opening up to me. Hell, I was scared of opening up to him too. I was no saint. I had done things that…

I had done questionable things. Things that if I ever told anyone about them, they’d understand why my sister was so cruel to me–even if she did go overboard sometimes.

But I wasn’t Alaric. And Alaric wasn’t me. I didn’t know what he had done, and maybe it was okay. Maybe I could live with that so I wouldn’t feel guilty about not opening up too.

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