HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 110

Meadow’s POV:

“You need to rest, Meadow.”

I buried my head in his neck, trailing kisses along the skin as my hand moved up and down his pierced cock. Alaric tensed, his grip tightening around me.

“Is that what you want?” I whispered. “For me to rest?”

For some reason, I felt a bit lighter. Maybe it was because Alaric had just opened up to me about the woman who broke his heart, or because he told me that he stopped being in love with her a long time ago.

Or maybe–maybe it was because he practically told me that he would choose me over his own mother. Of course, it wasn’t the first time he was saying something like that.

Alaric’s breath hitched when I ran my thumb over the metal bar under his tip. I pressed another kiss to his neck, moving down slightly.

“You’re fucking unbelievable,” he muttered, although his voice was hoarse.

“I just want to touch you, that’s all,” I breathed, stroking him again. “And put you in my mouth, of course. But only if you want me to.”

His gaze narrowed. “Since when are you so damn bold?”

I bit down on my bottom lip, fighting a smile. “Probably the fever.”

Alaric huffed out an amused breath, and it turned into a groan when I stroked him again. His hand shot out to grab my wrist, halting my movement. My gaze flicked up to his, and even under the dim lighting in my room, I could see the darkness that had clouded his eyes.

“Don’t test me, Meadow. You’re burning up.” He swallowed, pausing. “Bleeding. The only reason I’m not on top of you right now is because I don’t want to break you.”

The corners of my lips turned up into a small smile as a shiver ran down my spine. “Break me, then,” I whispered.

“Nice try.” A muscle ticked in his jaw, chest rising and falling hard, and as my thumb swiped over the head of his cock, he jerked slightly.

“Christ,” Alaric hissed, gently moving my fingers from his pants and pressing it flat against my stomach. Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me?”

Leaning upward, I brushed my lips against his. “Maybe.”

He kissed me once. “You should fucking rest, baby.”

“If you didn’t want this… if you really wanted me to rest, you’d have walked out of my room a long time ago.” I let out a soft laugh, releasing my hand from his grip and trailing my fingers along the waistband of his sweatpants. “But you’re still here. And that can only mean one thing.”

I moved downward, trailing my hand down his chest until I got to his waistband again, and then I pulled it down, freeing his cock from his pants.

Alaric growled low in his throat, his hand reaching out to lightly grip my hair. “Meadow,” he warned.

Settling between his legs, I peered up at him through my lashes, stroking him slowly, “You said I deserve everything good, remember?” I leaned forward, brushing my lips against the head of his cock and tasting his precum. “Then let me have this.”

His chest rose. “Baby girl…”

But I didn’t let him finish that sentence before parting my lips and taking him into my mouth. Alaric’s head fell back into the pillows and his hips jerked up.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth with a loud pop, and then I leaned back to just… stare at it.

I’d never really taken the time to just wonder at the beauty of it–the four bars lining up underneath the hard flesh, the veins and the curve.

Heat pooled in my belly.

I really hated that I was on my period.

I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the length of his shaft, the piercings cool against my tongue, a shiver running down my spine as I swirled my tongue around the head.

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