Page 14 of My Bloody Valentine

She takes it between her lips, and I can’t stop myself from running my thumb along her bottom lip. A whimper escapes her as the chocolate begins to melt.

“Oh God.” Her head falls back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. “This one’s... different.”

I slide my hand to her thigh, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. Her muscles tense under my touch as I trace slow circles with my thumb.

“Tell me.” I lean close, my lips nearly brushing her ear.

“Stronger.” Maya’s breathing grows ragged. Her hips shift against the chair. “So much more... intense.”

My hand slides beneath the hem of her dress, fingertips grazing her thigh. The silkiness of her skin burns against my touch. Her breath catches—a small, desperate sound that makes my cock throb.

“Please.” Maya spreads her legs wider, inviting me in.

My fingers climb until they meet the delicate lace of her panties. They’re soaked through, and the knowledge that I’ve affected her this deeply makes my head spin.

One finger slides beneath the fabric. She’s dripping wet, her clit swollen and sensitive. I barely graze it with my fingertip.

Maya shatters.

Her back arches off the chair as she comes, thighs trembling around my hand. A cry tears from her throat—wanton and visceral. Her fingers dig into my forearm as waves of pleasure wrack her body.

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. More perfect. The way she gives herself over to the pleasure, uninhibited and wild. My careful control slips further as I watch her come apart from just my lightest touch.

“Adrian,” she gasps my name like a prayer, hips still rolling against my hand.

The blindfold has slipped, revealing one lust-blown pupil. Her lips are stained with chocolate, parted as she pants. Everything about her in this moment is art—my creation, my masterpiece.

I step back, my hand falling away from her heated flesh. The loss of contact feels physically painful. “I apologize. That was... inappropriate.”

My pulse thunders through my body as I reach for her blindfold. The silk slides away, revealing her flushed face anddark eyes. A seductive smear of chocolate lingers at the corner of her mouth, making me long to lick it off.

Maya grabs my wrist before I can retreat further. “Don’t you dare apologize for that.” Her voice is husky, still breathless from her orgasm. “That was the single most amazing tasting session of my life.”

“It wasn’t meant to?—”

“What? To turn me on? To make me come so hard, I saw stars?” She stands, closing the distance between us. “Because it did both.”

My gaze drops to her lips. They’re still stained with my chocolate, slightly swollen from biting them during her pleasure. The urge to taste and claim them with my mouth crashes through me.

I’ve never kissed any of them. Kissing is too intimate, too personal. It requires a connection I can’t afford. Yet here I am, fighting the desperate need to press my lips against hers.

“Adrian.” She steps closer, tilting her face up. Her breath fans across my mouth. “Kiss me.”

I brace against the table behind me. “I don’t kiss.”

“Why not?”

Because kissing means feeling. Because once I start, I might not be able to stop. Because the void inside me might consume her completely.

“It’s not part of this.” The words come out rough, strained.

Maya catches that smear of chocolate at the corner of her mouth with her tongue. The sight makes my cock throb painfully. “What exactly is ‘this,’ Adrian?”

I release a breath, running my hand through my hair. What is this? My carefully orchestrated plan has derailed spectacularly. The tasting was meant to be controlled—a slow buildup of tension and terror. Instead, I’ve crossed lines I never meant to cross.

“I don’t know.” The admission burns my throat. Control is slipping away like water through my fingers.

Maya steps closer, and I catch another whiff of jasmine, only now it’s paired with the scent of her arousal. My cock strains painfully against my slacks. The urge to bend her over the tasting table, to bury my cock inside her, threatens to overwhelm my restraint.

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