|| Lilac's POV ||
Alaric’s eyes flashed with something primal, his grip on my hips tightening as he leaned in closer. His breath brushed against my ear, warm and minty, as he whispered, “Careful what you wish for, little Dove.”
I shivered, the heat of his body against mine making it hard to think.
Was it the alcohol, or was it him? I didn’t know, and at that moment, I didn’t care.
All I knew was that I wanted him, wanted to feel his hands on me, his lips on mine, his body pressed against me in a way that left no space between us. Every time I touched him, a spark ran through me, making him more desirable.
The music was still thrumming in my veins as I stepped off the dance floor, my body humming with the residual energy of the night. The bar was alive with laughter and chatter, the
