Alaric didn't pull out. He kept his heavy cock buried deep inside her, his muscles bulging and slick with water as he hoisted her up. He carried her out of the steaming bathroom. Water dripped from their bodies, soaking into the carpet, but he didn't care about the mess. A sharp pang of annoyance gnawed at him; he hated that he was claiming her here, in this cramped apartment, rather than in his grand estate. He wanted her in his bed, under his roof.
He reached the bedroom and lowered her onto the mattress. The bed creaked under their combined weight as he crawled over her, a dark shadow that blocked out the light. He didn't give her a second to catch her breath. He grabbed her ankles, pinning them back toward her ears, and drove into her with a savage, rhythmic force that made the headboard thud against the wall.
"You are so fucking tight," he groaned, the sound vibrating deep in his chest, more like a growling predator than a man.
