Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,208

I fuck you.”

My heart catapulted around my ribcage, careening into bone. “You can’t say things like that.”

“Like what?”

I sat up, looking directly into his endless blue eyes. “Like that. It confuses me. I know whatever is going on with us will only last a few hours. I—I want you, but I don’t want you inside my head.”

Pain shadowed his eyes then disappeared. Bending over me, he kissed me fleetingly. “I’m already in your head, Lace. Just keep me out of your heart and you’ll survive.” Lust blanketed him again, hiding the snippets of vulnerability.

Who is this man?

“Time for dessert.” His voice whispered into provocative darkness. “When this is over I want the bed smeared with chocolate and cream and you painted in cum and cake.”

Holy shit.

My mind filled with images of him smearing me with chocolate and licking it off. I wanted that way too much.

What’s happening to me?

I’d become a nymphomaniac.

The conundrum of a dirty talking fighter, coupled with flashes of whatever lurked in his soul, undid me. I’d come into his room as a knotted string. Knots upon knots all tied tight and unchangeable. But every moment I spent with him untied each one until he forced me from string to unbound ribbon.

Still holding the bottle by its neck, he drank deeply. His throat contracted once, twice, as he gulped down chilly bubbles. His wet lips glistened in the soft lighting. “Take off your bra.”

Breathing hard, I reached behind and fumbled with the clasp. It snapped open, relaxing around my chest with a sigh as if it couldn’t wait to be thrown away.

Holding out his hand, he ordered, “Give it to me.”

Biting my lip, I held out the bra, replacing it with my arm and hiding my nipples. Self-consciousness was a curse I couldn’t avoid, no matter how wanton he made me.

His jaw clenched, but he didn’t reprimand or demand I stop hiding. With hungry eyes, he looked to my knickers. “Take them off, too. Unless you’d rather I bite them off.”

My core clenched at the dark promise in his voice. Slowly, I reclined on the bed, dropping my arm from my nipples.

Cas sucked in a breath, his body tensing with anticipation and need.

Hooking my fingers into the waistband and saying a silent prayer that I wouldn’t regret giving myself to a stranger, I tugged them down.

The second I dropped them on the floor, Cas stumbled forward. With a look of sheer gratefulness, he collapsed to his knees before me. Placing the champagne on the floor, he grabbed my knees—one hand ice cold from the bottle, one burning hot with lust—and forced my legs wide.

“Fuck me.” His eyes shot from blue to black, drenching in desire.

The way he studied me sent a trickle of wetness between my legs, now unhindered by knickers. I flushed, embarrassed to have him witness how much he turned me on.

He groaned, his teeth clamping around his bottom lip. “Christ, woman, you’re fucking perfect.” Tearing his eyes from my pussy, he tried to grin, but it came out as a grimace.

I knew how he felt. That pain he mentioned crippled me, too. It throbbed in my clit. It screamed in my nipples. I wanted him to touch, not look. I wanted him to bite, not lick. And I wanted him to fuck me.

Now.

His face etched with restraint as he sat up on his knees, reaching for the ice cream sundae. Stabbing the rapidly melting ice cream with a spoon, he scooped up a blend of flavours and hovered over my pussy.

His tight smile was wicked. “I’m going to give you a reward—just for being so fucking beautiful and having the guts to give into me.”

“What sort of reward?”

His tongue stuck between his lips, flat and proud, hinting at exactly what my reward would entail.

“Oops,” he whispered as he turned the spoon upside down, dribbling the freezing cold ice cream onto my pussy.

I jolted, muscles tensing against the frigid pleasure-pain of ice. His hand landed on my sternum, pushing me harder against the mattress. “Don’t move.” His lips curled at the corners as he yanked my hips toward the edge of the bed and bent over me. “Let me feast, Lace. Let me do what I wanted to do the moment I set eyes on you.”

His head dropped.

I cried out.

His tongue—shit, his tongue.

He was a wizard, a voodoo master—conjuring a lightning bolt to snap and crackle in my core. He lapped at the dripping ice cream, licking directly over my clit. Hot and cold. Ice