Page 37 of Cruel Hero

Her words catch me off guard, and a low laugh escapes me despite the tension still coiling in my chest. I shake my head, my hand coming up to cup her cheek. “You’re going to be the death of me, angel.”

“And you’re going to be the death of my patience,” she shoots back, but there’s no real heat in her voice. Her fingers trace the edge of my jaw, her touch feather-light yet grounding. “But I’m here, Adrien. I chose you. Even when it doesn’t make sense, even when it scares me. You’re the one I want.”

I pull her closer, my lips brushing against hers in a kiss that’s equal parts desperation and reverence. She responds in kind, her hands gripping the front of my shirt as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear.

When we finally break apart, Tiffany rests her forehead against mine, her eyes closed.

“I’ve always been selfish, but you’re making it worse, angel. With you, I want everything.”

She smiles softly. “Then be selfish. I want you to be selfish.”

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” I warn her. “Because if you tell me to be selfish, I’ll never let you go.”

Tiffany’s lips brush against mine as she says, “Good.”

My hands tighten on her waist, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us. Her breath hitches, and I can feel the rapid beat of her heart against my chest. She’s as affected by this as I am, and it only fuels the fire coursing through me.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “If I take what I want, there’s no turning back.”

Her eyes meet mine, steady and unwavering. “I’m not asking for a way out, Adrien. I’m asking foryou.”

It’s the last thread of restraint snapping. I press her against the counter as our kiss deepens, my hands trailing down her sides before settling on her hips. Tiffany’s fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer, her body melding perfectly with mine.

I lean in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that threatens to consume us both. The taste of her, the feel of her in my arms—it’s like coming home after a long journey through the darkest of nights. Tiffany responds with equal fervor, her hands running through my hair as if trying to anchor herself to this moment, to me.

Every touch, every kiss ignites a fire within me, blazing hotter with each passing second. Tiffany’s fingers trace the contours of my face, her touch setting my skin ablaze.

I break the kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline, down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips. The desire between us crackles in the air, drawing us closer like magnets. I lift her onto the kitchen counter, never breaking our intense gaze.

“Adrien,” she whispers, a plea and a promise all wrapped into one word.

“I can’t wait to taste my dessert.”

Tiffany’s breath hitches as I step between her legs, pushing her oversized shirt up and tracing the seam of her lacy pink thong with my thumb.

My fingers brush against the sensitive skin just above her thighs. “Are you wet for me, baby?”

Tiffany nods, her legs parting, inviting me in.

“So wet.” I grin, slipping my fingers beneath the edge of her thong and sliding them into her heat. She’s so ready for me, slick and swollen, and it only fuels my desire. “You’re always soaked for me, aren’t you, my little temptress?”

“Yes. Only for you.”

I chuckle darkly, nuzzling my face against her neck, inhaling her scent as I slide my fingers in and out of her. Her hips buck against me, seeking more, and I oblige, driving my fingers in deeper, curling them to increase the friction.

“Please.”

I pull my fingers from her wet core and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean and savoring her taste. “God, you’re so fucking delicious. I could spend all night tasting every inch of you.”

“Then stop teasing.” Tiffany leans back on the counter, lifting one leg up and spreading herself open for me. “And start tasting.”

Before continuing, I take a moment to turn off the stove. Then I position Tiffany with her ass perched on the edge and her legs draped over my shoulders.

Without wasting any more of my time, I lower myself between her legs and brush my lips against her sensitive folds, teasing her with gentle kisses.

I press my tongue firmly against her swollen clit, eliciting a whimper from her. My tongue flicks back and forth, nibbling at the sensitive bud as I slide two fingers inside her wetness.

Tiffany’s nails dig into my neck as she bucks against me. “Don’t stop.”

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