Nico
The first contact happened so fast. It was a collision of teeth and unbridled frustration. Alaric immediately stiffened against me, his hands coming up to press flat against my bare shoulders, his palms digging into my skin as he tried to forcefully shove me away.
But I didn't budge.
I tightened my grip on his waist, my fingers digging through the wet linen of his shirt and pulling him against my naked chest until the friction of our skin felt like it was going to catch fire beneath the water.
I parted my lips, letting out a dark, demanding groan into his mouth, and drove my tongue straight past his teeth.
The moment our tongues tangled, the entire dynamic of the struggle shifted. I licked along the roof of his mouth, a deep, heavy stroke that made his knees go weak beneath the surface.
I sucked on his lower lip, pulling it between my teeth with firm pressure before sliding my tongue back inside to taste the flavor of the dark coffee we'd shared an hour ago on the road.
