POV: Alaric
"Touch yourself, and you'll be sorry, Mine." He said, his fingers caressing my cheek softly, and I wondered how he wasn't feeling affected by this. Wasn't he as hard and aroused as I was needy? "You said you'd do anything, huh?" He asked, and I nodded eagerly.
My hand shamelessly reaching for his hard length. I couldn't even wrap my fingers around his girth. It was big, long and hard.
The imagination of having him inside me fueled my desperation.
"Yes. I'll do anything. Please." I pressed forward, trying to grind my vagina onto his hard length, but he slightly pulled away.
"All you have to do is say you are mine, Jasmine." He breathed into my ear while his tongue trailed wet paths around my earlobe.
My curious eyes locked with his in shock.
What? What the hell did he mean by that?
There was no way in hell I'd sell my soul to the devil.
