The Contract With Her Father's Billionaire Rival-Chapter 98. R18: Longing.

"Baby!" Alaric gasped as Nicolette crashed into him.

She was crying—he could tell from the way she trembled in his arms.

"I’m sorry, baby," he whispered, rubbing his hands slowly down her back.

His heart pounded, echoing the intensity of her emotions. She was vulnerable—so open, so freely willing to feel everything.

She had missed him, and the thought stirred his stomach with heavy emotion. One he didn’t even have a name for.

"I missed you so much," he murmured, his hands still gliding over her spine.

She raised her head, and his heart sank.

She was staring at him with such intensity, her eyes lit with longing, glistening with tears.

"I didn’t..." she chuckled through her tears, wiping them away with trembling fingers.

"It’s okay," he said softly. "I’m not judging you."

She didn’t say anything. Instead, she reached up and kissed him.

He kissed her back—desperately, hungrily—as if he needed her to live.

And he did need her. To breathe.

It felt like he had been dead inside, and her kiss, her touch, revived him. She gave him life.

He lifted her into his arms, his lips crashing against hers again. Nicolette wrapped her arms around his neck, opening her mouth for him.

He squeezed her butt gently, his arousal pulsing as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down with care and looked at her—really looked.

God, he missed this woman.

He missed everything about her.

The way she bit her lip, the way she parted her legs for him, the way her eyes drew him in with their seductive gaze.

"Nicolette..." he breathed, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for her face. He kissed her again, deeply. "I missed you. So much."

"Show me," she said, her voice low. "Show me how much you missed me."

He didn’t need another word. He kissed her once more, then slowly began undressing her.

She was already trembling, ready for him. He could smell her arousal, warm, inviting and intoxicating.

He stood and quickly stripped off his own clothes. Her eyes dropped to his erection and she crawled closer.

"Alaric," she whispered, taking him into her mouth.

He gasped, the sensation hitting him harder than he thought.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned as her tongue swirled around the tip of his dick.

He threw his head back, his hands rested on her shoulders as he gently thrust into her mouth.

She took most of him, not all, but enough to make him lose control.

He pushed in deeper. She gagged, her saliva coating him.

"Let me taste you, baby," he said, gently withdrawing from her mouth.

She hummed in response, giving him one last lick before lying back on the bed.

His chest tightened as she parted her legs. He could see everything, and he couldn’t wait any longer.

He dropped to his knees, pulling her hips toward him.

"Alaric," she gasped, tangling her fingers in his hair.

He breathed her in first, savoring her scent, then pushed his tongue inside her. She trembled, moaning, her voice loud and raw with pleasure as it filled the room.

She didn’t care who heard—and he loved that.

Love? 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

His heart flipped at the word, but he shoved it away. For now, he focused only on her.

He flicked her clit with his tongue, again and again, her moans growing louder with each flick. The louder she got, the harder he became.

He kissed her there—deeply, reverently—wanting her to feel everything he couldn’t say.

It felt like this moment might never come again.

With everything that had happened, this was the only thing keeping him sane. She was the only thing keeping him sane.

He plunged his tongue in and out until she tightened her grip in his hair.

"Alaric!" she cried, her voice was hot, breathless, wild.

And he knew exactly what that was.

"Come for me, baby," he coaxed, staying between her legs.

She jerked, her moans rising. But instead of finishing her with his mouth, he slipped two fingers inside.

"Ah, baby..."

He moved his fingers with precision, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit. She cried out as wetness gushed from her.

But he knew she wasn’t done. Not yet.

He pushed deeper, faster, and she arched her back, placing her feet on his shoulders as her body writhed beneath him.

She was all his.

He knew that before and now this confirmed it.

She had been waiting for him.

Her body had been waiting for him, and now that he was here, she couldn’t wait.

She twisted and jerked, her squirt splashing all over his face, and he grinned.

"Yes. Just like that, baby."

He withdrew his hand and buried his face in her, licking up every trace of her release.

Damn!

His heart thudded with something close to desperation. It was as if he was going to die from it.

He needed her.

He drank to her release until there was nothing more.

He rose to his feet, watching as she smiled knowingly up at him.

"I hope you see how much I missed you," she said.

He chuckled. "Oh, I see."

He lowered his head to her chest and took one nipple into his mouth, suckling gently, squeezed it gently inside his mouth.

He wet his thumb with his spit and used it to caress the other nipple.

She gasped, clinging to him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

The second her stomach brushed his erection, he lost control.

"Baby," he moaned into her ear as he entered her.

His body jolted as he moved inside her. She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as he pushed deeper.

She was tight. So tight from his absence, and it made him want her more.

"Baby," he groaned as waves of ecstasy crashed through him.

He couldn’t survive this. He was drowning in pleasure.

"I can’t..." he gasped, his whole body shaking.

Nicolette trailed her fingers down his back, and he climaxed, spilling into her.

He thrust again and again, his heart fluttering with every movement.

He had missed her.

And God—he loved her.

He loved her!

His heart tightened, confused and full, as he emptied himself inside her for the first time.