Page 67 of A Very Happy Thanksgiving
“Shut up.”
“I’ll get you some ice.”
“I don’t need ice.”
“Then what do you need?”
She stared at him for the longest time, and he held his breath, waiting. Hoping.
“I need something I’m going to regret in the morning.”
Marc hardened in a heartbeat.
“Then take it.”
“One night, nothing more.”
“Take everything.”
She backed him up to the bed and shoved him onto it, following him down. A blade flashed in her hand, and what the fuck?
She answered his unasked question. “Danger and play—you wanted this.”
He watched in fear and fascination as she sliced his clothes to shreds, clawing the fabric away from his body, pausing only to unbuckle his belt. His cock sprang free, and he tangled his fingers in her hair as she feasted on it, sore lip be damned. She wasn’t gentle. Teeth scraped the underside of his shaft, and her nails left dents where she gripped his hips, but he knew this would be an orgasm like no other. He felt it building. The pressure. The pleasure. Seeing his cock disappear into her throat was as close to nirvana as a man would ever get.
Groaning, he flipped her so she was underneath him.
“What are you?—”
“Phae always comes first, remember?”
She stopped struggling as he peeled off first her pants and then her underwear. The knife was on the bed, abandoned, and he picked it up. Tried to use it to cut through her shirt, but it wasn’t as easy as she made it appear, and she grimaced as he sawed at the neckline.
“For fuck’s sake, be careful. I don’t want my obituary to read ‘died in sex game with ham-handed movie star.’”
“It’s not my fault they only let me practise with rubber blades.”
Finally, the fabric fell away, and he sliced through the front of her bra. Her nipples puckered into hard peaks when he pinched them, and he knew exactly where he’d be coming later.
But first, Phae.
She tasted exactly as he remembered, sweet as honey. Her hips arched up to meet his tongue, and curses dripped from her lips as he got to work. She thought she’d regret this in the morning? He’d make sure the only thing she regretted was walking away.
“More!” she gasped. “Give me more.”
“I’ll give you everything if you let me.”
She came with a cry and his name on her tongue, and he held her hips to the bed, tasting the aftershocks. In their younger years, she’d been more reserved, and he loved new Phae even more than the old version.
He loved that she’d grown into herself.
Loved that she’d become who she was meant to be.
Loved her even with the darkness in her soul.
She’d always been the woman for him, and that would never change.
Only he understood where she’d come from, only he knew why she was the way she was.
