Find Me Alastar

“Please, come in,” she whispers as she stands to the side to let him enter.

He walks in and looks around her opulent bedroom until his eyes meet hers again.

She swallows the lump in her throat. “Please don’t tell anyone I asked for you to come here.”

He shakes his head. “Never.” He hesitates. “Whatever happens between us will stay between the

two of us.”

She stands still, not sure what to say next. Sensing her trepidation, he asks a question to ease herExclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

nerves. “Why did you ask me to come here?”

She turns her back to him, unable to face him as she answers. “I see the way you look at me,” she

breathes.

“Yes…” he replies quickly.

She turns to face him in a rush. “You don’t deny it?” She frowns.

“No, and I’m sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable. It was not my intention.”

She frowns in confusion. “What do you think of when you look at me like that?”

His face softens. ‘” I am wondering how you would smell.”

Her eyes widen.

“Among other things.” He smiles softly.

She frowns. “What other things?”

His eyes drop to the floor. “I shouldn’t speak of such thoughts to you. I’m sorry. Please forgive

me.”

“I want to know what other things you think about,” she whispers.

His wild eyes rise back up to hers, and unable to control himself, he decides to tell her the truth. “I

wonder how you would taste.”

Her hand goes to her neck as she is taunted by the visual of him tasting her skin.

“You are attracted to me?” she asks.

He stays silent.

“Please. Speak freely. This conversation will never leave this room.”

“My attraction to you runs deep and is carnal. I cannot deny,” he replies.

“Oh,” she whispers, unable to articulate an intelligent reply.

He watches her for a moment. “Dare I ask if you ever think of me?”

“I do,” she replies.

“Are your thoughts as prohibited as mine?” he asks in a breath.

“I would not know of such things. And I am sure I would not be able to please you,” she whispers.

He frowns and she turns her back to him one again, and begins to pace.

“What do you mean?” He frowns.

“I am inexperienced with love.”

“And?”

She swallows her nerves. “And I hear from the chamber maids that you are not, that your conquests

in the bedroom are plentiful.”

“Conquests mean nothing,” he replies softly. “You have never…”

“I am untouched.” She cuts him off.

Arousal flashes in his eyes. “That is no deterrent to me,” he whispers as he picks up her hand and

kisses the back of it.

“It’s not?” she breathes as she watches him kiss her hand. The sight should not incite such feelings

as this. She feels her skin flutter under his touch.

“I care for you.” He kisses her hand softly and his loving eyes hold hers. “I don’t care for anyone

else.”

A trace of a smile crosses her face and her eyebrows rise in question.

“Can I give you your first kiss?” he dares himself to ask as he pulls her close.

Her heart is hammering out of control as his lips gently dust hers, his eyes closing with pleasure.

His tongue slides gently into her mouth and she puts her arms nervously around his neck. “How do I

taste?” she whispers into his lips.

He smiles. “Sweeter than I ever imagined.”

Brielle sits back in her seat and frowns. “Hang on, go back. I’m lost.”

I blow out a breath. I haven’t seen Brielle to tell her that I had even seen Alastar, let alone been

sleeping with him. Last thing she knew was the fight we had at the pub last weekend about Thomas texting

him in the middle of the night. We are in a restaurant now having coffee, and it’s Saturday morning.

I sigh as I rest my cheek on my hand. “He turned up at work on Wednesday and marched into my

office.”

She frowns. “He just turned up?”

“No. Actually, he rang first and demanded I come downstairs, but when I wouldn’t, he came up and

caused a scene.”