Alaric sprang out of his bed first summoning his whip, but before he could even attack he was kicked on his stomach falling right back into bed then a body sat on him.
He groaned in pain.
" Well, well well, you can't even recognize your beloved," an awfully familiar voice whispered into his ear as hands went into his hair and pulled hard painfully.
Alaric groaned and looked up at the all to familiar face.
" Unfortunately, you didn't leave your name behind," he answered snackly moving closer to her face. She hadn't changed at all her eyes still as wild and unrestrained as ever.
" Well you can call me Mercy," she said before leaning in meeting his lips in the middle.
Mercy, Alaric though to himself while kissing her both theirs eyes open meeting, that must have a big mistake of a name he mused.
Their tongues clashed in a battle of dominance while Alarics hand moved into her clothes and cupping her breasts.
