My eyes go wide. “No way. I’m on my period.”
He chuckles. “Blood is the last thing I have a problem with.”
I scrunch my nose. “I do have a problem. I can’t kiss the mouth that just—eww.” I shudder.
He laughs, then pulls my chin up. “Okay, I won’t do that. So now you can kiss me.”
I gulp. “I didn’t say I want to kiss you.”
“You said you can’t kiss me if I eat you. That means if I don’t, then you can kiss me. So now kiss me.”
I shake my head. “Don’t play with words. I can kiss you, that doesn’t mean I want to kiss you.”
“Can you kiss our chef?”
I frown. “No.”
“Can you kiss the president?”
My frown deepens. “Of course not.”
“Who comes to your mind when you think about kissing?”
“You.” The answer leaves my mouth like an automatic response, and the shine that appears in his eyes makes me want to take it back instantly.
“So, there’s only one man who comes to your mind when you think about kissing. And that man is me, the one you want to kiss, right?”
I nod, dazed.
“That means you want to kiss me, but you’re lying to yourself.” He clicks his tongue. “That’s not fair.”
I put a finger on his mouth. “Shut up.” He’s messing with my head.
He kisses my finger, then opens his mouth and sucks it in. I pull it out immediately, but that doesn’t stop the tingling.
His face turns serious, eyes darkening. I know this expression, I’ve seen it many times right before, my insides start melting in anticipation.
He bites his lower lip, and my thighs clench. He covers my eyes with his hand. “Don’t look at me with thosefuck meeyes.”
I pull his hand away. “I’m not.”
He grabs the back of my head and pulls my face closer to his. “You are. You don’t know how impossibly difficult it is to hold myself back when your black pupils expand into blue, your cheeks start glowing like burning coals, and you let out small breaths through your slightly parted lips.”
Then he slams his lips onto mine. This kiss is not soft like the previous one, it’s the kind that always leaves me dizzy.
He pulls back. “You’re driving me crazy,” and crashes his lips onto mine again. His hardness presses against my thighs. I push my thigh forward a little, unknowingly, and he groans into my mouth.
He lets go of my lips. My head is dizzy, my limbs heavy. I force my eyes open and look at him. He works his hand down, and the sound of the zipper opening sobers me up a little, but I return to my previous dazed state when he takes my hand and wraps it around his thick shaft.
My eyes are wide open now, but my head still can’t process anything. He moves my hand along his length, covering it with his bigger one. He is huge. He will never fit inside me.
What the hell am I even thinking? I will never have sex with him—penetrative sex, I mean.
He moans, eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck, Angel. Your hand feels so good.”
He removes his hand, leaving me alone with his dick. But I don’t stop, I keep moving my hand as he had, my gaze locked on his face, memorizing every dark line, every flicker of pleasure.
He groans and suddenly opens his eyes. Our eyes meet and hold, burning into each other, until they close again in ecstasy. His moans vibrate inside me. Hot come slicks my hand while Matleon shudders, and I feel the intoxication of making this beautiful beast tremble like that. It’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever witnessed, and part of me wants to worship it.Stupidpart.
