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" Think about touching you again, tasting you. I go to sleep with your name on my tongue and your scent on my skin."
I couldn't breathe. Couldn't move, ensnared by the urgent pulse of his words.
"I wake up hard and aching, remembering how your sweet little nipple rose for me. Think about how I want to suck it again, fucking feast on you."
We stared at each other, heat and tension coiling between us like a living thing, tugging at my nipples, stealing my breath. His chest rose and fell in agitation, color washing over the sculpted crests of his cheeks.
I wanted. I wanted so badly.
He swallowed audibly. "You haunt me, Emma. Every damn thing about you does."
My fingers curled into a fist as blood rushed through my veins. "I think about you too. I've seen you bare but never got to touch. I want to."
Lucian grunted an agonized sound of want.
My words came out breathless. "I think about it at night, when I'm alone."
He closed his eyes, as though absorbing a hit. When they opened, the frosty green turned bright. "You don't know what that does to me, honey."
"Tell me."
A lock of his inky hair fell over his brow as he turned his head with a jerk, giving me his strong profile. "I feel owned. By you. And I like it."
I exhaled as my insides dipped. "
― Kristen Callihan , Make It Sweet
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" I know you don't like mangoes." A faint curl of humor danced on his lips.
"You know?" How? How did he know this?
"I've been feeding you this whole time, remember?" With his hot buttered voice, it sounded dirty, illicit.
"I remember." I sounded far too breathless.
He clearly noticed, that small private smile moved to his eyes. "You never eat the mango slices when I put them in any meals."
Understanding hit me, and I recalled that while I'd had breakfast fruit trays with mangoes, they'd stopped being included after the second time. Wide eyed, I silently gaped back at him.
Lucian's long clever fingers delicately picked up a cream puff. "Which is why I made some of these with vanilla-ginger cream."
Had I been gaping before? My mouth fell wide open. Behind me, I heard Dougal sigh, as if impressed. But I could only stare at Lucian, who looked smug but oddly shy as well.
"You did that for me?" I croaked.
His broad shoulder moved under his jacket. "That, and the combination of vanilla, ginger, and mango mirrored what Delilah and Saint had wanted in their original cake."
I could fall for this man. Fall hard. Maybe I already had, because my heart was too big, beating too fast. He gave me another small, barely there smile, his pale eyes gleaming with something soft and intent.
"Come now, honeybee," he murmured. "Try my cream."
I sputtered out a shocked laugh, and my face flamed, but as he'd commanded, I opened my mouth.
Lucian's nostrils flared. His hand shook a little as he lifted the cream puff and placed it one the edge of my lips. I opened my mouth wider, my tongue flicking out for that first sweet taste.
Rich, almost nutty caramel, the gentle crust of pastry, a burst of smooth light cream with a hint of vanilla and ginger spice. Slowly, I chewed, my eyes locked with his, my body tight, and my mouth in heaven. He stayed with me, feeding me another bite, cream getting on his thumb.
My tongue slipped over the blunt end, and he grunted. Hard. "
― Kristen Callihan , Make It Sweet
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" Now there's a place I didn't cover. Maybe I should."
"Maybe you should---oh!" She gasped and bucked as I leaned down and lapped at her breast, flicking her nipple. God, she tasted good, sweet woman and creamy lemon. I sucked her deep into my mouth, loving the way she groaned and writhed.
Not letting go, I pulled back, tugging at her breast until her nipple freed with a decadent pop. Then moved on to her other breast, taking my time, nuzzling and licking until my lips were covered in cream, and she begged and whimpered for more.
A dollop of lemony confection slid down the plump curve of her pretty tit, and I chased it with my tongue, slurping it up, licking her nipple once more because I could. And then I did it again.
Her arm wound around my neck, urging me farther down. "Get messy with me, Lucian."
She was beautiful, flushed and fevered with her need.
"Yes, ma'am." I eased over her, my dick finding her waiting sex, and pushed into that perfect spot. We both groaned, our bodies sliding on slick buttercream. My mouth found hers, and she devoured me, her thighs clasping my hips, body working with mine.
I thrust deep and steady, reveling in the feel of her. It felt so good my body flared hot and cold and hot again. "I fucking love fucking you. "
― Kristen Callihan , Make It Sweet
