Echoes of Vengeance: The Sweet Wife's Perfect Revenge-Chapter 112: Explosive

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Walking toward the bed, Alaric grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against him as his mouth found hers in a kiss that stole her breath, rough with want, desperate, as he had finally crossed a line he couldn’t uncross.

He laid her down on the bed, not rough, but not exactly gentle either. Her body bounced lightly against the mattress, a startled gasp slipping from her lips as her eyes snapped to his, wide, locked onto him like gravity had shifted beneath them both.

And then he looked at her, really looked at her, and the heat in his eyes sent another ripple of fire through her.

The scarlet dress clung to her body like it had been stitched to test his patience. The thin straps kissed the curve of her shoulders, the fabric hugging every line of her figure.

His throat tightened as his eyes dragged over her, slow, deliberate, hungry.

She was effortlessly real, soft where it mattered, dangerous in every curve, her body built to unravel him.

"Fuck..." Alaric muttered under his breath, low, rough, like the word had been forced from somewhere deep inside.

Restraint cracked under his skin.

But before he could make another move, Aveline pushed herself up onto her knees, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, yanking him toward her, not like a lover asking for tenderness, but like a woman who had waited long enough.

Their mouths crashed together, the kiss anything but gentle. It was messy, unapologetic, pure heat.

She pushed him back, straddling his lap at the edge of the bed, her thighs framing his. His hands slid up her legs, pushing her dress higher, fingers gliding along her bare skin.

A low, raw sound rumbled in his chest as she slid her hands under his shirt, palms trailing across his stomach, feeling the heat of his body, the defined lines of muscle flexing beneath her touch.

Her breath hitched when his hands gripped her waist, holding her still, waiting, but barely.

He broke the kiss, his mouth trailing lower, slow, deliberate, along the curve of her neck. Each press of his lips seared her skin, lingering beneath her ear, down to the dip of her collarbone.

Aveline arched, offering more, needing more, her fingers threading through his hair as his mouth skimmed her shoulder, then along the edge of her neckline.

The thin straps of her dress slid off her shoulders like they had been waiting for permission.

She exhaled softly as his mouth trailed lower, his hands sliding her dress up, drawing the fabric around her waist before pulling it over her head and tossing it aside.

She didn’t shrink away.

She stayed there, poised on his lap, stripped down to soft lace, her hair messy, lips swollen, eyes heavy, half-lidded with heat, and something simmering beneath the surface.

Her pulse thrummed beneath her skin, her breath uneven.

Alaric’s gaze swept over her, lingering, quiet, almost unreadable.

He didn’t rush. But his hands didn’t stop, gliding up her sides on instinct, tracing the bare skin he had been craving to touch.

His shirt hit the floor without thought as Aveline’s fingers roamed across his chest, feeling the hard, coiled tension under his skin, his breathing ragged as though he was barely holding back.

The second her hand slid over his shoulder, his mouth crushed hers again, hungrier, deeper.

His hand skimmed up her back, unhooking her bra in one smooth motion.

The lace slipped down her cheeks, and she didn’t look away. Her gaze stayed locked on his, watching the darkening heat there, the sharp tick of his jaw as if his control threatened to snap.

And then his mouth lowered, warm, steady, deliberate, closing over her breast, tongue swirling in slow, teasing circles over her already sensitive nipple. His other hand grazed along her other breast, fingers squeezing just enough to draw a sharp gasp from her lips.

Aveline’s body reacted without thought, arching, tightening around him, her thighs pressing against his sides, heat curling low in her stomach as he explored her.

The soft drag of his tongue, the press of his lips, it was maddening. Too much and not nearly enough.

Before she could think, he shifted them, gripping her firmly and laying her down beneath him.

Hovering over her, his eyes roamed every inch, slow and heavy-lidded.

Then he lowered himself again, mouth trailing a heated path along her ribs, down her stomach, lips brushing the dip of her navel.

Aveline’s head tilted back, a soft exhale leaving her lips, her skin flushed and sensitive under every deliberate kiss.

"Alaric..." she breathed, her voice barely steady.

His eyes flicked up, a teasing smirk ghosting across his face. "Told you, sunshine... I’m going to take my time with you."

His hands slid lower, fingers curling under the band of her lace panties, dragging them down slowly, baring her completely.

She tensed for half a second, but the second his mouth found her, all thought flew away.

His tongue traced her, soft at first, teasing, tasting, until her hips jerked beneath his grip, her fingers curling into the sheets.

A gasp broke from her lips, breath shaky, as he pressed his mouth more firmly against her, tongue moving with a slow, unrelenting rhythm that sent sparks shooting up her spine.

"Alaric..." her voice broke, breathless.

His hands pressed her thighs apart, holding her still as he devoured her, rougher now, his growl rumbling against sensitive skin, making her hips buck uncontrollably.

Her body coiled tight, heat curling low in her belly, her legs trembling.

She tried to warn him, voice cracking. "Wait—ah—"

But his tongue never faltered, and the tension snapped.

Aveline’s body shattered, waves of pleasure crashing through her, her moans uncontrolled, raw, her thighs tightening around his shoulders as he worked her through every pulse, every lingering tremor.

When she finally managed to lift her head, dazed and breathless, he was already watching her, his lips glistening, his eyes burning. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Before she could recover, he slid up her body, capturing her mouth with his, tasting her as his hands traced down, sliding between her thighs again, fingers slipping inside her, slow but purposeful.

She gasped against his lips, hips shifting as he prepared her, her body slick and ready.

"Sunshine..." he whispered, voice low, uneven, as he pulled back just enough to strip away the last barrier between them, his pants and boxers hitting the floor in one smooth motion.

Her eyes widened slightly as her gaze flicked down, lingering for a moment before meeting him again, fire sparking behind the haze.

He leaned in, trailing his fingers down her side. He made sure she was ready, every stroke, every brush of his fingers deliberate, coaxing her body to ease around him.

She arched beneath him, her body craving the inevitable, her breath shallow, pupils blown wide.

No words. Just the quiet, charged tension filling the space between them.

When he finally pressed into her, it was slow, steady, every inch pushing deeper, stretching her, a moan shattering from her lips as he filled her completely.

Alaric stilled for a moment, breathing hard, watching her, letting her body adjust, her muscles tense and trembling around him.

He wasn’t trying to claim her. But tonight, she had let him in. And he would remember every second of it.

She tilted her hips, her eyes daring him to move.

And he did, pulling back, thrusting deep again, dragging another gasp from her throat.

"Alaric..." she choked out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching as he set a steady rhythm.

Every thrust was controlled at first, deep, slow, deliberate, his breathing ragged, their bodies locked together.

But it wasn’t enough.

The pace quickened, rougher, hungrier, their hips colliding, skin slick with heat, breaths tangled as moans filled the space between them.

Her walls clenched around him, her gasps turning into whimpers, his name a broken sound on her lips.

They moved together, frantic, messy, desperate.

The sheets twisted beneath them. Fingers gripped. Lips found skin.

And when she shattered again, his name falling from her lips like a confession, he followed, coming undone with her, bodies trembling, the world narrowing to nothing but heat and pleasure.

For tonight, nothing else existed.

Just this.

Their touches sensual, their eyes hot, and their need raw.

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Trying to catch her breath, dissolving into pleasure, Aveline waited for her heartbeat to slowly settle. She didn’t know when her eyelids began to droop. All while his lips pressed soft kisses to her arm and her forehead, then gently adjusted the pillow under her head and pulled the sheet over her shoulders.

’Forehead kiss!’ she realized hazily. This night wasn’t going to leave her mind anytime soon.

Alaric tossed the condom, cleaned up, and returned to the bed with his pants. His eyes lingered on her flushed, peaceful face, her lissom frame tucked beneath the sheets.

She was explosive in a way that could bring any man to his knees.

Making sure she was asleep, he carefully scooped her into his arms and lowered her into the warm bath. When her drowsy eyes fluttered open, he brushed his fingers over her cheek, coaxing her gently back to sleep.

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