The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric freed one hand, gently cupping Hertha's chin with the pad of his thumb, drawing his face close to hers. His warm breath brushed against her lips, a teasing whisper of intimacy.

He was already enveloping her from above, and this close proximity made it feel as though she was pinned under him, yet there was a tantalizing gap of mere inches between them. It was more suggestive than any direct contact could be.

The roughness of calluses on his hands, a testament to hard work, contrasted with the gentle way he caressed Hertha's tender skin, sending shivers down her spine.

"Hertha, my feisty little rebel, I've pined for you for three long years, forsaken all others in your name, and yet you doubt my sincerity? Accusing me of dalliances, worried it might upset Georgia? You wound me deeply," Alaric's voice, rich and velvety, carried a playful whine, seducing her with every word.

Hertha was already a bundle of nerves, his flirtatious grievance only served to melt her further.

Alaric, with his infuriatingly handsome looks, was a master at the art of seduction. With just a few words, laced with a vulnerable charm, he seemed to captivate Hertha entirely.

Understanding dawned on Hertha why Georgia was so obsessed, so madly in love with Alaric. After experiencing his allure, how could anyone else compare?

at him with eyes brimming with emotion, unaware of the depth of her

your words,"

felt it? This longing isn't just about

Alaric closed the distance between them, sealing her lips with a passionate

kiss was fervent, full of desire. Hertha felt enveloped by warmth, a tingling sensation spreading

protest, but Alaric, seizing the moment, deepened

in the haze of Alaric's expert touch, Hertha let go of her reservations, immersing herself in the

why resist? Why cling to doubts when surrendering brought

Alaric's

on it would only bring pain,

him. He had intended