Page 77 of Devil's Delirium

Eyeing him suspiciously, I had another quick bite, popping the spoon out with a smacking sound. “Mmmmm. But did you?”

He laughed. “Yes.”

“Well, it’s delicious, but you made it sound sus, so I had to ask.”

His expression was a blend of menace and desire, eyes deep wells of lust, smile predatory and enticing. A quiet growl came from deep in his chest, almost a purr, and I held my breath. Swirls of anxiety played in my belly even as warmth pooled in my core. A sinful grin played on his lips, his eyes shimmering with hunger. “Tell me your darkest desire.”

Trying to shake free and stay settled and centered, I cleared my throat, crinkled my nose and scooped some more cheesecake. “Pass. Tell me where we are.”

He chuckled lightly, softening a little. “Point taken.”

I scrunched my eyebrows at him. “No. No point. I wanna know.”

He smirked, his lips curling with a hint of amusement. “Maybe someday,” he teased. His voice carried a playful tone. “You done?”

Though I could have eaten the whole thing, I didn’t want to make myself sick before the night’s adventure. I knew the plan, and I was here for it despite my nerves. “I’ve had enough for now.”

He reached across the table, retrieving my spoon and the nearly empty container. With a practiced motion, he returned them to their designated places before extending his hand toward me.

“Come,” he invited, his touch gentle yet firm as his fingers wrapped around my arm.

Towering over me, he brushed a strand of hair from my face. As my head fell back to peer up at him, he ran his fingers through my hair, cradling the back of my head. I closed my eyes, ready for the kiss, as his other hand slipped up to the other side of my jaw. My lips parted, but he didn’t kiss me. Instead, the tingling sensation told me we’d portaled again.

I snapped my eyes open in the center of a spacious, modern bedroom, the city lights outside the window, the air tinged with the scent of fresh linen and subtle hints of that spicy cologne that had me hooked. He trailed his fingers down between my breasts and fisted my dress, tugging me closer, eliciting a gasp from my lungs.

That was when he kissed me.

I was caught off guard. The scratch of his stubble contrasted with his soft lips as he trailed open-mouthed kisses up my neck to my jaw. A moan escaped my throat as I turned to meet his lips and grasped his shirt.

He took a step, urging me back, and again and again, until I fell onto the cold, silky bedding. He smelled like spiced utopia, the most delicious, pussy-softening aroma imaginable. I leaned on my elbowsto gaze up at him, and he used his knee to spread my legs, but he didn’t have to nudge hard. He barely touched me, and I opened wide, inviting him inside.

He stood in between my thighs with a molten smirk and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing an Adonis-level chiseled chest. I considered the possibility I was under a dreamscape spell. The man was some kind of god. He had to be. A finger curled under my chin and applied pressure until my head rose enough to meet his eye.

“Eyes on mine, gorgeous.”

As if I could focus.

I stared at him, blinking in a stupor. Shaking my head, I swept my gaze down his body. “No way. Back up a little, would you?”

He chuckled, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. “You want me to back up?”

Honestly, I was surprised with myself, too, since my instincts told me to get on my hands and knees and stick my ass up so he could mount me already.

Still, I had to see him better. Kicking my shoes off, I bit my lip, gave him a sultry expression and pulled my knees up, scooting back on the bed into a lotus-style position. “Just a step. Let me look at you.”

He smiled, his arms held out in a dramatic ringmaster-like presentation. The sleek, modern decor with chrome accents gleaming under soft lights, juxtaposed with black leather furnishings, but even being surrounded with such elegance, this man outshone everything.

His slight smirk, his delicious stubble, his molten eyes devouring me whole, the intoxicating spicy pheromone.

Those jeans were in the way, though.

They’d have to come off—pronto.

I sucked in some air, furrowing my brows. “Damn, look at you.” I got up on my knees and pointed at myself. “You really want to fuckme?”

He let his arms down and frowned. “Ohhhhh…”

I tilted my head. “Oh?”

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