The engine roars beneath us, a primal scream of power and fury that sets my blood on fire. I can feel the adrenaline surging through my veins, a heady cocktail of excitement and raw, unbridled lust.
I missed you, baby.Talking about my bike.
From the sound of Seraphina's delighted squeals echoing through the helmet's built-in mic—I'd say she's feeling the rush as much as I am.
"Are you having fun, Cupcake?" I ask. My voice rumbling through the speakers.
Her laughter is like music to my ears. "Faster, Lucian!" she cries, her voice breathless with exhilaration. "I want to go faster!"
Hells to the yes! It's like she read my mind. I crank the throttle as far as it'll go, the front wheel nearly lifting off the ground as we rocket forward into the night.
The world blurs around us, a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations that bleed together until there's nothing left but the engine's roar, the rush of the wind, and the intoxicating feel of Seraphina's body pressed against mine.
About thirty minutes later, I bring the bike to a smooth stop on a bustling Seattle street, the engine purring like a contented kitten before I kill the ignition. I yank my helmet off in one smooth motion, my hair probably looking like I just stuck my finger in a light socket, but do I give a fuck? Not even a little bit.
Seraphina untangles herself from me, wiggling that perfect ass of hers as she dismounts the bike. Watching her swing her leg over and slide off the seat is like watching poetry in motion. Poetry that makes my dick harder than fucking calculus.
As soon as her feet touch the ground, I reach for her helmet, gently easing it off her head like I'm unveiling a masterpiece. When I finally get it off, I'm greeted by the most beautiful sight in the world: Seraphina's face lit up with a grin so bright it could power the entire city.
"Oh my god, Lucian, that was incredible!" she gushes. "I've never had so much fun in my entire life!"
I can't help but smile like a damn fool as I look down at her, my heart swelling with so much love and pride it feels like it might burst out of my chest. Despite the wind and the helmet, I smooth down her silky blonde hair, marveling at how perfect it still looks.
Most women I've known would be a fucking mess after a ride like that, all shaky legs and smeared makeup, bitching about their hair being ruined. But not my Cupcake, oh no. She's the opposite, practically vibrating with happiness and adrenaline, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed with exhilaration.
It's like she was born to ride, born to experience the rush and the freedom that comes with tearing down the open road on two wheels.
"I'm so glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart," I murmur, cupping her face and brushing my thumb over her soft, pink lips. "Seeing you like this, so happy and alive? It's the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed."
Seraphina leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she nuzzles her cheek against my palm. "Thank you for sharing this with me, Lucian," she whispers, her voice so full of love and gratitude it makes my throat tighten with emotion. "I never knew life could be this amazing, this exciting. You've opened up a whole new world for me."
I bend down and take her lips in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of love and passion for her into this perfect moment. When I finally pull back, we're both breathing hard, our eyes locked in a gaze so intense it feels like the rest of the world falls away.
"Stick with me, Cupcake. I'll show you things you never even dreamed were possible. I'll give you the fucking stars."
Seraphina's giggle is like the fucking cherry on top of this sundae of awesomeness as I take her hand in mine, our fingers locking together like two horny teenagers at a drive-in movie. I lead her down the street, dodging pedestrians like I'm some ninja on a mission from God. And let's be real, I kind of am.
Our next stop on this wild and crazy night of romance and poor life choices? None other than Marination Mobile, aka the food truck that's going to make your taste buds shit rainbows and your arteries scream for mercy. They've got this insane Hawaiian-Korean fusion thing going on that'll make you want to slap your mama and call her a bad cook.
Now, I know what you're thinking."But Lucian, you magnificent bastard, why the fuck are you taking your girl to a roach coach on date night? Where's the fancy-ass restaurant with the snooty waiters and the wine list that costs more than my rent?"
I'm about to drop some truth bombs on your ass. See, I'm not your average, run-of-the-mill romance novel fuckboy. I don't do that candlelit dinner, roses, and chocolate bullshit. That's for pussies who don't know how to keep it real.
I mean, I would totally do that if Seraphina asked me to, but that's beside the point.
I'm all about the authentic experience, baby. I want to show Seraphina the real Lucian—the one who'd sell his left nut for a good kimchi quesadilla anda side of DGAF. I want her to see the world through my eyes, to taste the flavors that make my heart sing like a fucking gospel choir.
"Alright, Cupcake, get ready to have your panties blown clean off," I say, rubbing my hands together like a mad scientist about to unleash his greatest creation. "This place has the best goddamn spicy pork tacos in the entire fucking universe. And the kimchi quesadillas?" I kiss my fingers like I'm some fancy-ass French chef, my eyes practically rolling back in my skull at the mere thought of those crispy, cheesy triangles of pure ecstasy. "They're so good, they'll make you want to punch a nun in the face and steal her habit. Fucking perfection, I'm telling you."
Seraphina laughs so hard I can't help but smile. "Mmm…sounds amazing. I can't wait." she gushes, excitedly bouncing on her toes. "I can't wait to try everything!"
As we step up to the window to place our order, the heavenly aroma of sizzling meat and spicy kimchi wafting through the air like a siren song, I can't help but feel like the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.
Because of this right here? This is what happiness tastes like—sharing the things you love with the person you love, discovering new flavors and new adventures together, and creating memories that'll last longer than a vampire's morning wood.
"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in! Lucian, you sly dog, where the hell have you been hiding? And who's this gorgeous little thing you've got with you?"
"Jackson, my man! I've been out there living my best undead life; you know how it is. And this stunning creature right here? This is Seraphina, the light of my life and the fire in my loins. She's a total newbie to the orgasmic experience that is your food, so be gentle with her, will ya?"
