Cara’s POV
Barely a second into the kiss, Alaric’s tongue darts sneakily into my mouth, and I involuntarily let out a moan.
His tongue moves with mine, kissing me intensely yet joyfully. I can feel him gently biting my lips, just like he used to do when we were fated mates.
You can’t describe that feeling. Under the influence of alcohol, my mind is almost a mess. Reason tells me I should push this man away, but my body tells me to enjoy it—
It’s been so long since I felt this kind of passion… this kind of irresistible desire…
I can’t help myself, I kiss him back. The scent of him, the taste of the wine still on my own lips, it’s all heady and a little too much.
My fingers have a mind of their own, reaching up to scratch through the shadow of beard hairs growing from his hard jawlin
