Page 153 of The Temptation
I blink hard. “No one’s ever … done that before.”
“Made you a cake?”
I shake my head slowly. “Remembered.” My voice cracks when I say that word. “No one’s ever remembered.”
Her arms tighten around me. “Well, I did.”
That’s what does it … what almost breaks me.
I fold into her, burying my face in her neck as I hold her tighter than I probably should. Her fingers run up my bare back, soft and slow, grounding me while the storm in my chest rages.
“I don’t know what to say,” I murmur.
I didn’t even realise my birthday was today. I knew it was coming up, but over the years, I’ve brushed it aside. I gave up dwelling on the fact that nobody gave a shit about me a long time ago.
Lucia has short-circuited my brain and is slowly rewiring it to make me believe that I am worth it.
She draws back until her gaze meets mine. “Am I in trouble? Do you want to spank me?”
The hopeful look in her eyes has me bursting out laughing.
I lean down and place my lips on hers. It’s all I can do, without everything else breaking loose. Without showing her the cracks I’ve spent years pretending weren’t there.
I don’t let people see that part of me, the soft underbelly. The scars that still sting. The places no one ever cared enough to look. I’ve built walls high enough to keep out anything that could hurt, and I’ve never let anyone close enough to try … until now.
The way she holds me. The way her delicate fingers caress my spine, I feel it slipping.
I’ve made it this far without falling apart, and I’m notabout to now. But damn if she doesn’t make me want to let go. Want to believe someone could actually care this much, just because.
So, I kiss her again. Not to distract her. Not to hide. To say what I can’t in this moment.
It doesn’t take long for my dick to swell, and I’m so desperate for this woman that I don’t bother carrying her back to bed. I lift her onto the breakfast bar instead, careful not to damage the cake she got up early to painstakingly make for me.
I guide her back onto the cold stone countertop and reach for the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her lean legs.
My hands cup the back of her knees as I place her feet on the edge and spread her wide.
I stand there for a moment, just gawking at her pretty pussy. It’s already glistening and ready for me to feast on.
I dip my head, ready to do just that, when I catch sight of the piping bag sitting off to the side in my peripheral vision. I pause for a moment before reaching for it.
The cake looks delicious, but I’m sure the frosting will taste much better when it’s combined with her.
Lucia’s eyes widen for a moment, but when a grin curves her lips, I know she’s okay with what I’m about to do. At this stage in our relationship, I’m quietly confident she’s down for anything. This woman is insatiable.
She’s been living here for over a month now, and the second I broke through her barrier, there was no turning back. Every spare moment I get is spent inside her.
My body has almost completely healed now, so there’s nothing holding me back. We’ve virtually christened every surface in this house, and if there’s a position we haven’t tried, she’s yet to mention it.
I’ve fucked her every which way to Sunday … against the wall, on the floor, in the bath, and regularly in the shower. She’s become my healthy addiction, and I can’t seem to get enough.
I use two fingers to part her lips further as I squeeze the piping bag until there’s a line of frosting covering her pussy.
“Mmm.” I drop the bag back onto the countertop and dig the fuck in. “Delicious,” I murmur against her chocolate-covered, sensitive flesh.
It doesn’t take me long to bring her over the edge, because I’ve become quite acquainted with her greedy pussy, and I know what she likes.
I don’t stop my assault until I’ve drained every ounce of pleasure from her, and when I’m done, I stand back to full height, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and free my cock.
