Page 79 of Crushes and Confections

“So are you, mon chou,” Adrien said, watching me with an intense expression as I lifted one of the chocolates out from the box.

I knew what it was like to pour your heart and soul into a bite, and it was something that had drawn me to Adrien the first time we ever worked together in his kitchen at The Confectionery.

The moment my tongue touched the hard shell and I bit into the truffle, I almost wanted to cry. It was a take on peaches and cream, but way more refined and complex. The brûlée on the fruit left a depth of flavor that was balanced by the vanilla in the diplomat cream. It was sweet, yet not overly rich, and I couldn’t help the little moan that escaped as I savored the flavor.

It may have been a little chocolate, but it made a big impression.

I felt completely seen and adored and cherished in that moment.

“Adrien,” I said, looking up at my alpha, the rest of the words dying on the tip of my tongue.

Setting the box aside, I walked up to him, reaching up to cup his face. The love and desire I found swirling in his emerald eyes made me burn even hotter inside as I rose for a kiss.

He took control then, his tongue swiping my bottom lip as his hands found my waist, guiding us over to the couch before pulling me into his lap.

Our lips never stopped moving, the two of us kissing until we were out of breath, and my hips were rocking searchingly against his hardness.

Overheated, I shrugged out of my cardigan and pulled in greedy gulps of air, my body stilling at a faint scent.

“Claire?”

My nose found his neck, burrowing as close to the skin as possible before I forced myself to take a slow inhale.

A smoky and smooth caramel note hit me first, the depth and spice reminiscent of a fine bourbon. But beneath that was a familiar smell that had me taking another inhale, chocolate.

Of course, my alpha would smell like fine liquor and his passion in life. His scent was faint, just beginning to come back after years of blockers, but it was there.

I didn’t need confirmation from his scent to know he was mine, but it was there all the same. And even more incredible than I anticipated.

“It seems I now have a new source of inspiration myself, alpha,” I said, grinding down on him as I leaned back to see his face. “You smell so damn good.”

An unfiltered smile stretched across his face, my own happiness mirrored in his expression.

I’d already marked him with my scent multiple times, but as he grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it off me, I knew it was his turn.

“I love how much you want it,” he murmured, arching his hips up into me.

It wasn’t the rushed frenzy I’d experienced with Vance when I first scented him, although it was just as intense. The need coursing through me was completely centered around the sexy alpha I was straddling.

“I want you to bite me when you’re ready,” I told him. His eyes widened, and there was a hint of gratefulness in the bold comment. But I knew my alpha would want me lucid, or he’d second guess himself. This was the only way to talk about it before we were too far gone.

“I can’t wait,” he promised as he pulled me close again, hands resting on my waist as he lost himself in my lips again.

The more turned on he got, the stronger his scent grew. It was subtle at the start, and now it surrounded me in a rich, smoky sweet cloud I could drown in. Again I broke away from his kiss to inhale him, committing the scent to memory so I could dream about him properly.

Sexy dreams weren’t as fun without the extra details.

Adrien wasn’t as lost in scent as I was. His deft fingers worked at the clasp of my bra, releasing it and carefully pulling it off of me. I barely registered what he was doing until he was gently moving me off of him and lifting me.

My groan in protest had a chuckle falling from his lips, but he didn’t stop leading me away. It took a moment to truly register where he’d taken me until he tossed me on the bed. His eyes were glued to my body, and it took everything in me not to let old insecurities in. These men had made me feel nothing but gorgeous, but old habits die hard.

“No shyness for me, mon chou,” he chastised with a hint of a growl. He leaned over me, so his arms caged me in, and his face was hovering over mine. “You are perfect for us, for me. Always.”

I had no chance to respond as he not so gently scooted back and ripped my panties down my legs so they could join the pile on the floor. He made hasty work of doing the same to his own clothes before he was back, brushing a sweet kiss over my lips.

When I tried to deepen it he was already gone, working his way down my neck and over my collarbone. His teeth nipped at my skin, making me gasp as goosebumps erupted on my skin. It was wild how the smallest touches and teases of his teeth could have slick pooling between my thighs and my body desperate for more of his touch.

I cried out as he sucked one hard nipple into his mouth. He was no longer gentle as he palmed my breasts, giving himself better access to devour me whole. Adrien was a tease, biting down on my sensitive flesh then soothing it with a swirl of his tongue.

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