Rejected, And Became A Heiress

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Chapter 0124

Chapter 0124

Cara's POV

Barely a second into the kiss, Alaric's tongue darts sneakily into my mouth, and I involuntarily

let out a moan.

His tongue moves with mine, kissing ine intensely yet joyfully. I can feel him gently biting my lips, just like he used to do when we were fated mates.

You can't describe that feeling. Under the influence of alcohol, my mind is almost a mess. Reason tells me I should push this man away, but my body tells me to enjoy it-

It's been so long since I felt this kind of passion... this kind of irresistible desire...

I can't help myself, I kiss him back. The scent of him, the taste of the wine still on my own lips, it's all heady and a little too much.

My fingers have a mind of their own, reaching up to scratch through the shadow of beard hairs growing from his hard jawline. The sensation tickles my skin, and I repeat the movement over and over again, driving us both crazy. A soft groan from Alaric's throat tells me he's enjoying the feeling just as much as I am.

It's like we've both been caught as the victims of the same spell, this unnamed thing between us. It's the reason I've never been successful at keeping him out of my head for too long....

But I'm not thinking that now. No, right now, there are no words. No thoughts. Only the feeling of Alaric's lips on mine, his tongue moving against mine.

I'm breathless. I'm so caught up in the moment, in the passion of our embrace, I can barely remember my own name, let alone remember to breathe.

Finally, mercifully, after what feels like a ridiculously long time, we break the kiss, coming up for air.

with precious oxygen. And I'm not the only one. Alaric's large and powerful chest is moving up and down swiftly, a sign that he's feeling the exact same

Alaric shudders, his shoulders shaking, like the feeling is too good for his body

anymore, I just look up at him through

breath is heavy and quick, and the way he looks at me is as if he

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pounces. His lips are back on my own at once, before any further thoughts can be had. I welcome the contact, licking and nipping and tasting every

I hadn't realized I'd been keeping it in. Like I finally have my own permission to

life. Right here, in my cottage living room, with Alaric soaking

less about the carpets right

his fingers grip me tighter, pulling my body closer to his own. I want it.

body all over mine. Every inch, every last

No, I need it!

I feel those fingers, those strong, sultry, hot fingers gripping into my side. He's pulling me back.

No!

I feel the absence of him. I can feel a cold draft

It feels...wrong.

remind me of who I am and who this is standing in front of me. Who was just

life. Alaric.

him for the first time. I'm studying his heavy

"...Why?"

shaky, even though it's just one word. I know he can tell, can hear the tremor in my throat, from the way that he looks back at

regret, and heat, and hunger, and desire, and so much emotion and meaning that I have to look away. It's like I have no choice, the weight of the moment is too heavy for me to carry. The echo of my question hangs in the room.

answer it. My eyes start to

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