Alaric
The transition from denial to absolute surrender hit me hard like a lightning strike. One second I was clinging to the fraying edges of my self-control, and the next my fingers were buried deep in the damp, silky strands of Nicholas's hair, yanking him down so hard our mouths crashed together in a brutal, claiming kiss.
The wire I'd kept coiled tight inside my chest for months finally snapped. The hot spring water churned and boiled around us, but nothing compared to the scorching heat pouring off Nico's bare skin. It burned away every boundary, every carefully constructed defense, every scrap of logic I'd used as armor against him.
The kiss this time was heavy, wet, and utterly destructive, and I could feel Nico's tongue slash against mine with demanding hunger, thrusting deep. He sucked my lower lip between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to send sparks of pain-laced pleasure shooting straight to my cock.
