A lopsided smirk. "They'd look better on you. You'd think with blood on my face, you wouldn't be sitting in my lap flirting with me. Do I really not scare you?" Alaric ran the pad of his thumb across her full lips, then his four other fingers brushed along her cheekbone.
"You scared me when I thought you were going to die and when you tried to kick me out." She'd dared to lick his finger when he traced the seam of her lips.
He took a sharp inhale at the way her tongue dared to touch his thumb, a remembrance of how she'd sucked in his index finger like it was the tastiest thing in the world. Pressing his forehead against her, her face cupped into his hands, heart thundering in lustful passion behind his ribcage, Alaric's mouth slowly opened as he closed his eyes tilted his head.
