Alaric knew he would keep this image of Violet forever burned into his mind. She was so raw in her reactions, so unabashedly expressive it drove him insane. Beautiful didn't even begin to cover it.
And Violet, she didn't know how to describe it, only that this new angle did something to her. He filled her in a deeper, different way, striking spots that tore her breath away and sent her eyes rolling back. Goddess above, nothing had ever felt this good.
Unlike the others who drove into her like they were possessed by demons, Alaric was something else entirely. With her leg already hooked over his shoulder, he gripped her hips and slammed into her to the hilt. Then he drew back before slamming into her again and again. He set a punishing pace in intervals, each thrust angled perfectly, and hitting her g-spot with such ruthless precision that Violet spilled a string of colorful curses.
At this rate, she knew she wasn't going to last.
