It’s a pretty view. I’m so lucky.

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Still not the safe word, Alaric thought.

Alaric let out a low, rumbling chuckle that reverberated against Raven's skin, sending another surge of pleasure through him. Alaric's fingers tightened their grip and began stroking faster, pushing Raven closer and closer to the edge.

"You're beautiful, Raven… absolutely beautiful," Alaric murmured.

The room seemed to disappear around them, leaving only the two of them in a world of their own making. Raven's senses were overwhelmed by the heat of Alaric's body, the wetness of his mouth, the firmness of his grip. He was lost in a haze of desire, every nerve ending alight with sensation.