THIRD PERSON POV“Like my whore.” Alaric whispered, and the next, he crashed his lips against hers, his fingers sliding into her soft brown hair and massaging her scalp.Isabella felt adrenaline course through her body, a feeling different from the sadness she felt. She shut her eyes so close, her hand moving toward his back.She let out a soft moan as his tongue rolled inside her mouth, sucking her air away. His kiss held an air of need like she was something he needed to devour to survive, whilst she took in his scent of something deeper and darker. Like oak, or was it moss? She couldn't point it out, but he smelt like a man who had control in place. By the time he pulled away from her, they were both panting for breath. She could taste the metallic blood oozing from the little bust on her lips.“Here?” He asked, and she nodded.“Like a whore, babe. Whores don’t use the bed.” She reminded him, and he hummed.“You mean my whore. Because no man except I is allowed to do things to you
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