Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,207

the pinnacle of lunacy.

Then he pulled away. His cock slipped from my grip. My hand throbbed with the phantom feel of his hard heat.

I flinched as his fingers left me empty. With a gentle smirk and blazing eyes, he linked those same wet fingers with mine, pulling me from the wall.

Silently, he guided me toward the bed.

Awareness for more than just his mouth and fingers reminded me that room service had been delivered. I’d totally forgotten.

On a large tray at the foot of the bed rested two dishes covered by silver covers. A chilled bottle of champagne perspired in a blanket of ice in a black bucket by the bedside table.

My heart couldn’t calm down. How quickly my life had deviated off course. An hour ago, I was running for my life from a fire. Now, I was ruining myself with a stranger who fought for a living.

Not ruining.

Evolving.

I needed experience to draw on for the erotic scenes I would be made to play. If I could recall tonight as acting material, I would be forever hailed as the best sex-scene actress ever.

Cas leant over the tray. His robe hung open, flashing me hidden hard flesh. I shivered in anticipation as he inserted his finger into the hole of a silver cover and whipped it off.

“That looks incredible.” My mouth watered at the scrumptious cheesecake with chocolate curls and raspberry coulis.

Cas looked up, his eyes dropping to my flushed body, no longer hidden by the fluffy gown. I’d let it fall from my shoulders, puddling onto the floor. I didn’t need it. I was too hot. And besides, I planned on being very naked in the next five minutes.

“Looks sweet, but not as sweet as you,” he murmured. With a soft smile, he removed the next cover. A three-tiered ice cream sundae with strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla and a single glazed cherry on top. He smirked. “Could have potential.”

I swallowed, my body making it known that’d been hours since I’d eaten and every cell was dust thanks to the incinerating lust this man caused.

“Looks delicious.”

“Probably are,” Cas whispered. “However, I’m sure a mix of you and sugar would be better.” Sticking a finger—the same finger that’d been inside me—he scooped up some ice cream and sucked it slowly. His eyes flashed. “Mm, I was right. Saffron and vanilla—my new favourite combination.”

I stood frozen to the spot. My suddenly dry mouth hankered for some crisp champagne. He had no shame, no guile, no filter.

I loved it.

My eyes flickered to the ice bucket.

Cas noticed.

With a low chuckle, he strode forward and grabbed the neck of the bottle. With sexy eyes—ffiercely intelligent and cagey, he whispered, “You want some of this?”

What will he do?

I nodded.

Coming closer, he smiled. “I think you deserve a reward. Open.”

When I didn’t move, he frowned. Placing a tingling hand on my shoulder, he turned me around and backed me toward the bed. With conquering pressure, he pushed me into a sitting position on the mattress.

“Open,” he repeated, towering above.

He looked like a menace, a God…a demon.

My pussy clenched. Slowly, my lips fell open.

He bent to grab my hair. His fingers looped with my strands, tilting my head back. With intensity echoing off his body, he raised the ice-cold bottle of alcohol and splashed bubbles into my mouth.

I flinched as coldness trickled down my throat. Missing my lips, a path of champagne cascaded down my chin, running a swift path to my cleavage.

Cas ducked, his tongue lashing out to lap up the mess. I moaned as he followed the trail, capturing a nipple in his intoxicating mouth. I didn’t need alcohol to become drunk. I already was—on him.

He stood upright, eyes burning into mine. “What do you prefer?”

“Prefer?”

His lips twitched. “Chocolate or vanilla?”

My attention darted to the ice cream sundae.

“As a rule I don’t eat things that are bad for my health.” He ran the tip of his finger from my bottom lip, down my sternum, over my belly, before stopping on my core.

I gritted my teeth as he pressed against my clit, pleasure thickening my blood.

“However, I plan on eating you, and if I’m going to break rules, might as well do it thoroughly.”

His finger pressed harder, sending shooting stars into my womb. I panted, “And why would eating me be bad for your health?”

He shook his head slightly as if amazed. “You already know, Lace. My tongue will never taste the same way once I’ve licked you, and my cock…well, that might just be ruined forever once