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The kiss was hot yet slow, like Alaric was savouring Layla’s lips, wanting to memorise every inch of it like it was going to be their last time. Her brain froze, suddenly unable to comprehend what was happening. Alaric was kissing her? Kissing her?! He took her first kiss.

He lifted his head, breaking the kiss before she could melt into him and she gasped.

“Alaric,” Layla breathed, running her tongue over her lips as she stared into his eyes.

“You’re just too tempting, Layla. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” He muttered, pressing a small kiss to the corner of her lips.

“Alaric.” She gasped, grabbing his shirt as he trailed kisses from the corner of her lips down to her neck. She pressed her legs together, trying to add pressure to the ache between them. Her eyes fluttered close, and she bit her bottom lips, stifling the erotic sounds that threatened to fall.

His fangs grazed the bottom of her neck, a few centimetres under her choker, and she froze.

“It’s alright. It’s only goi