“You’ve got a knife in your hand again, Angel.” His voice drops, taunting. “Make me.”
“You’re overusing your luck,” I breathe out the threat, and he pinches my nipple.
“Your body hates you, Angel.” He twists my hard nipple over my T-shirt, licking my earlobe slowly. “It loves my touch, and you don’t let me worship it properly,” he whispers.
My eyelids grow heavy. I press my thighs together in a useless attempt to reduce the ache burning between them.Matleon is excellent at one thing, and that thing is seduction.
Matleon
Her breathing grows harder, uneven. Her nipple tightens further between my thumb and finger. I loosen my grip deliberately, testing if she’s aroused enough.
She doesn’t pull away. That’s all the answer I need.
I shift my attention to her other breast, kneading it slowly, while my free hand slides down over her shorts and finds her pussy. Heat curls instantly around my fingers.
My dick jerks inside my pants. Just the thought of her getting wet is enough to bring the monster to full attention.
I give it a glimpse of pleasure by pulling her back, pressing myself against her. A gasping moan betrays her. Her soft body warms my cock, and my fingers warm her cunt in return.
I find the slit of her folds through the fabric of her shorts and press my middle finger into it. Her clothed lips mold around my finger.
She’s already shaking against me. My dick twitches with every shudder that runs through her body. I flick my finger over her clit, drawing strangled moans from her lips.
“You can’t force yourself not to come, Angel,” I whisper, increasing my speed.
“Now come like a good girl.”
Her moan slips free from her beautiful lips. Her head falls back against me, then her whole body jerks forward. I hold her tight, anchoring her against me until she steadies.
When she finds her balance again, I let her go, walk around the counter, and lean forward on the other side, elbows resting on the surface as I face her.
“So,” I ask with a grin, “how would you like to rate this servant’s service?”
She glares at me. As always, the telltale red in her cheeks makes her threat ineffective.
“Be the bigger person, Angel,” I add lightly. “And give praise where it’s deserved.”
She lifts her knife and points it straight at me. “Get out of here, Matleon, if you don’t want me spilling your blood in your own kitchen.”
“Whoa, whoa. Calm down, babe.” Wen rushes in just in time. “Don’t kill him,” she says dramatically. “I’ll feel bad about his death. Spare him, for my love for you.” She hugs Iselyn from the side.
I give her a teasing smile and leave the kitchen in an excellent mood. I’m getting addicted to every small thing that belongs to this woman.
Her arousal.
Her moans.
Her anger.
Her pretense of anger.
And most of all, her sleeping in my arms.
After dinner, I start bothering her again. She’s on a call with her parents now, and I take full advantage of the opportunity. I lie on the bed with my head resting in her lap. She tried pushing me away at first, but now she’s simply ignoring me.
Occasionally, her hand brushes through my hair, and I can only imagine how good it would feel if she actually ran her fingers through it.
I watch her while she laughs, her face soft and unguarded. She looks down at me. Her smile vanishes instantly, replaced by a glare. Then she looks away again, her expression smoothing back into a bright smile as she responds to something they say with an excited yes.
