"No one," Sofia moaned out.
Alaric growled and pulled his face away from her dripping heat, but he didn't stand up yet. He stayed on his knees, watching the way her thighs trembled against the glass.
Alaric reached up, his large, rough hands curving around her waist and pulling her back against his chest as he rose to his full height behind her. He didn't enter her. Instead, he reached around to her front. One hand clamped over her left breast, his thumb and forefinger catching her nipple and rolling it with a punishing pressure that made her back arch into him.
His other hand drifted down, disappearing between her legs. He didn't shove his fingers back in; he simply pressed the flat of his palm against her soaking wet clit. He began to rub in slow, heavy circles, the friction of his calloused skin against her hypersensitive nerve endings making her vision blur.
