Page 19 of My Bloody Valentine

“Because, little critic—” I trace my nose along her jaw, breathing her in. “The moment I kiss you, there’s no going back. No more games. No more pretending this is just research for your review.”

Maya arches up, trying to capture my mouth. I pull back just enough to deny her, earning a frustrated whimper that sends heat straight through me.

“I don’t want to pretend anymore.” Her hands grip my shirt, trying to pull me closer. “I want?—”

“Shh.” I press my finger to her lips. “You have no idea what you’re offering. What I’ll take if you give me permission.”

She parts her lips, taking my finger into the wet heat of her mouth. The sensation shoots straight to my cock as she swirls her tongue around the digit. My other hand tightens in her hair, fighting the urge to crush my mouth to hers.

Not yet. Not until she understands exactly what she’s asking for. What it means to become the possession of a monster.

I pull my finger from her mouth, dragging it across her bottom lip. “Patience. Some things are worth waiting for.”

I clear our plates, watching Maya’s tongue dart out to catch the last drop of mole sauce from her fork. My cock throbs painfully against my zipper as she makes a show of it, her eyes locked on mine.

“Ready for dessert?” I ask.

She crosses her legs slowly, the hem of her dress riding up her thigh. “Mmm. What did you have in mind?”

Images flood my mind—Maya on her knees, those perfect lips wrapped around my cock, her eyes watering as I fuck her throat.

“I prepared something special.” The words catch in my throat as she uncrosses and recrosses her legs, giving me a flash of black lace.

“I bet you did.” Her eyes drop to my crotch, lingering on the obvious bulge straining against my tailored pants.

I turn abruptly, needing space, before I bend her over the dining room table. “Let me get it from the kitchen.”

Walking is torture. My cock is rock hard, and there’s no subtle way to adjust myself.

I brace myself against the kitchen counter, taking deep breaths. The dessert plates wait on the marble island—dark chocolate mousse topped with gold leaf and fresh raspberries. Simple, elegant, and a stark contrast to the filthy thoughts running through my head.

When I return, Maya’s eyes immediately drop to my groin. Her lips part, and she licks them unconsciously. The gesture nearly makes me drop the plates.

“See something you like, little critic?” I can’t resist taunting her.

She bites her lower lip, her cheeks flushing. “The dessert looks... impressive.”

We both know she’s not talking about the mousse.

“Maybe I should get on my knees and have a taste?” Maya’s fingers trail up my thigh. “Since you seem so visibly eager.”

A growl rips from my throat as her hand brushes against my hard cock through my pants. My control slips, vision goes dark at the edges. I grab her wrist, squeezing just tight enough to make her gasp.

“First—” My voice sounds barely human. “You’re going to taste the mousse I spent hours perfecting.”

Maya’s eyes flash with mischief. She pulls her hand free and dips her finger into the dessert. “What if...” She brings the chocolate-coated digit to her lips. “I smear it all over your dick?”Her tongue darts out, licking the mousse clean. “Then I can suck it off. Every. Last. Drop.”

My cock jerks against my zipper. The image of Maya on her knees, licking chocolate mousse from my cock, makes my breath catch.

“You’re playing with fire.”

“Good.” She stands, pressing herself against me. “I want to burn.”

“You’re a fucking temptress.” My voice rumbles through the room, thick with hunger.

Her eyes flash, challenging and playful. “Only for you.”

That’s it.

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