A tremor rocks through her as she weighs her options, reading my face that I’m not helping her. I lean back a little and lift my mug. Taking a sip, I arch an eyebrow at her over the rim. “Your hot chocolate is getting cold, baby.”
Glaring at me, the little brat lifts her hand to pull it out. I snatch it away and trap it on the marble. “Use your pussy or it stays there.”
Panting harshly now, her lashes lower in sweet submission. Biting the inside of her cheek, she inhales sharply, almost sucking in the strawberry completely. My dick hardens watching her struggle. Then, ever so beautifully, she forces it out with a wet pop.
I lick my lips as she slumps against my arm that’s pressing against her back.
“Hopefully, you believe it wasn’t a dream now,” I tease.
Shooting me a fiery look, she primly asks, “May I have my hot cocoa now?”
“You may.”
Then I pop the strawberry into my mouth, turning her crimson all over again.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kian
“Did you specifically search for a cabin that has a ceiling mirror in the bedroom?”
“No,” I murmur against the top of her head. She sits curled up on my lap as we sit in front of the fireplace. “It was a pleasant surprise.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“The owner of this place must be kinky too.”
I chuckle. “Probably.”
“Maybe,” her voice turns throaty as she caresses the tattoo of her bite mark on my wrist, “we can get one in the guest room at our place?”
“Did you like it that much?”
“I loved watching you pin me down and fuck me.”
It’s cute she thinks that was fucking. Tilting her face with my hand around her throat, I quietly utter, “That was me being gentle with you, Little Rainbow. I have yet to show you what fucking is. Don’t confuse the two.”
Digging her nails into my thighs, she nervously asks, “So when will you fuck me?”
“After I’ve taken your virgin ass.”
“Taking me there will hurt worse, won’t it?”
My dick twitches against the small of her back as I give her the truth. “Yes, but I’m going to make you enjoy it. I need to have every part of you, Iris. I’m not going a day without fucking you. On the nights your pussy is too sore, I’ll use your ass.”
Her eyes grow heavy, nipples pebbling. “We’ll never get enough of each other, will we?”
“Doesn’t seem like a possibility.” Leaning down, I kiss her. She reaches up, pressing her hand against the back of my neck, and swirls her tongue around mine. Tightening my fingers around her throat, I deepen the kiss, almost feral from her taste alone.
There will be no part of her that isn’t sore and swollen.
I release her lips, staring as I run my hand down the valley of her breasts, her tummy, and cup her pussy. I keep her face tilted up and resting against my chest, so I can watch the myriad of emotions cross over it. She arches her hips up just as I grind the heel of my palm against her clit.
“Stay still.”
Folding her bottom lip between her teeth, she tries to obey while I keep tormenting her, not making it easy. I stroke two fingers between her folds until she has them slick as hell. A simple, teasing touch is all it takes to have her dripping and needy.
