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"Ohhh!" she gasped, dizzy from the rush. "Alaric!"
He only grinned, fangs flashing faintly in the candlelight, "That is such a breathtaking sensation,"
"Oh?" Alaric asked with a smile in his voice.
"Yes, can I feel it again?"
"Yes, my lady," and then—before she could even catch her breath—he darted back down. Her squeal turned to a helpless giggle, her fingers clutching the back of his shirt as the castle blurred around them.
Up again, the walls a streak of shadow and flame.
Down again, her laughter echoing off the stone.
Up again, faster, smoother, until her hair was flying around her face and she could do nothing but gasp and laugh and cling to him.
"Stop—stop!" she cried through her giggles, though the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her.
"Addictive, isn't it?" he teased, his lips brushing her ear as they stilled halfway up the stairs. His voice was warm velvet, his body steady despite the wild speed he'd just unleashed.
