Page 43 of The Devil's Chaos

She wanted me.

I wanted her.

“Now, it’s my turn,” I announced, running my tongue across the more sensitive spots the syrup covered. First, I licked up the syrup on her neck, then I moved down to her breasts, her nipples pert and pink, begging for me to taste them. I pulled one into my mouth while lapping up the syrup with my tongue. When I moved to her other nipple, she let out a sigh when I took it between my teeth, sucking and biting.

I took my time, kissing…licking…tasting her, and then I reached her most delicate area—her sweet pussy that begged for attention. I spread her lips apart with my fingers, revealing her wet, glistening folds. I dipped my tongue in, savoring the mix of flavors. It was a symphony of sweetness; her natural scent, mingling with the syrup, created something intoxicating. She whimpered, her hips bucking slightly, and I reached up to cup her breasts. My tongue delved deeper, caressing her core, while my fingers teased her sensitive spots.

She whimpered, “More, please, more.”

I obliged, increasing my rhythm as her legs trembled around my head. She moaned my name softly, her hips undulating in time with my movements. Her body was shaking now, her moans growing louder and louder, each one reverberating through me. I knew she was close, and I wanted to push her over the edge. Reaching down between her legs, I slipped two fingers inside her, and I felt her muscles tighten around my fingers. Pushing deeper, I began to move my fingers in and out of her, matching the rhythm of my tongue.

I felt the first wave of her release coursing through her body, her pussy spasming around my fingers and tongue. Her moans grew louder and more desperate, and I knew I was close to bringing her to the brink. With one last lick, I focused on her clit, teasing it gently before giving it a firm flick with my tongue.

Her body convulsed then, and she cried out my name, bucking wildly against my mouth. I continued my assault on her sensitive flesh until she finally stilled, panting heavily. I pulled my fingers from her and looked up at her, her eyes half-lidded and filled with passion. As she caught her breath, I pulled away, wiping the smeared remnants of syrup from my chin with the back of my hand.

Stepping away from her, I took a moment to catch my breath. The sight of her in that state, the sounds she made, and the sensation of her quivering around me—it was all-consuming.

“If this is how I get rewarded for making you breakfast, I can only imagine what I might get if I do other things,” she murmured, her voice hoarse.

“I’m interested in hearing more about these other things you can do,” I raised an eyebrow, a big grin spreading across my face. “I’m just a simple man, really. Though breakfast has certainly set a high bar.”

She laughed low, her eyes darting to mine and then back down to my lips. “Well, Mr. Simple,” she purred, her fingers tracing the outline of my lips, “I’d be more than happy to show you what else I can do.” She stood slowly. “But first, I need a shower.”

22

TWENTY-TWO

KAI

After I fucked Haven in the shower…and again as she was getting dressed, I drove her home, wearing my clothes. I didn’t want to, but I needed to check in with the guys. I entered my room, and there on my bed lay a verynakedMaddie.

“Hi, baby.”

“Maddie, what the hell are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” she asked with her sing-song voice.

It was cringy.

But then again, this was my fault. I had fucked Maddie and given her hope that she might be future wife material, even though I knew she didn’t stand a chance to become my queen. However, when I’m with a woman, I make them feel like they are a prized possession worthy of being worshiped, with no actual intent of worshiping them. When push comes to shove, my intentions are to get my dick wet and call it a day.

Until Haven.

Even now, I can smell her on me, the sweet smell of her cum and maple syrup clinging to my skin.

With thoughts of Haven, I decided to be honest with Maddie.

“Look, Maddie. I know that you were one of my choices for The Hunt, and I know that I led you on and made you believe I was attracted to you, but I’m not, actually.”

“You don’t mean that,” she protested. “You fucked me in front of everyone at the party.”

“I know,” I responded flatly.

At this point, she was no longer spread-eagle on the bed. She was now storming toward me.

Oh boy.

I braced myself for the onslaught of anger and disappointment that was about to be unleashed upon me. Maddie's face was red, and her eyes were blazing with fury. Her fists clenched at her sides—she was clearly about to let loose with everything she held back.

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