Page 53 of Just One Bite
“Aren’t you knowledgeable,” I jest.
“I’m more than a pretty face.” He chuckles. “Potions are kinda my favorite. My coach is an expert.”
“Now.” He removes my hand and turns it over. His tongue wets his bottom lip, and he smiles like he’s holding in a joke. After opening a glass container namedBetwitched Milk Clay, he scoops out a dusty-blue bead of paste with flecks of gold. “This clay reacts with the oils on your skin.”
I inhale while he spreads it across my palm with his thick thumb. He pads over my pulse and up to my fingertips, and the clay folds and smooths.
“I can do it,” I say.
“You’re right, I should be having you do this on my palm.”
We scrape the clay into the cauldron, and he has me open a vial with a corkstopper and pour in the liquid. Then we take the wings off a dead Lucaria Moth with a pair of tweezers and drop it in.
“Do you know how to mix it?” he asks.
“I’m sure the professor will tell me.”
I tune back into her teaching, but she’s still a few steps behind and helping another group.
Parker grins and leans back in his chair to watch me. “Ask me nicely.”
“Show me.”
He waits, his gaze floating on my lips, then up to my brow, which is bent from annoyance at his stalling.
“Please, show me.”
“Oh, baby, I’ll show you whatever you want me to.”
I roll my eyes and wait while he grabs the stick and stirs it like you would anything else.
“See, simple.”
He leans back in his chair, and I square my shoulders.
“You’re exhausting.”
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
Chapter Eighteen
Olivia
“You’re so beautiful.” A thumb traces my lips.
He pushes inside me, and I gasp.
“You’re mine.” His words stitch me together.
Aching pleasure runs through my abdomen, and I cry out.
“I’m here,” he whispers in my ear, thrusting into me, and my hips buck into his. “Good, just like that.”
I’m caught in the feeling of him inside me. It’s perfect. It fills every ache and desire.
I’m whole.
“That’s it. Ride me, Olivia.”
