I step out, circle around to her side, and walk her to the door. The exterior light flickers as she unlocks it, and for a second, I almost believe this is where it ends—a polite goodnight, a slow burn for later. But the look she throws over her shoulder says she’s not done with me yet.
“Thinking about leaving me in the lobby?” she teases, voice low, playful.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I murmur, stepping closer. “Unless you tell me to.”
Her lips curve, dangerous and inviting. “Then don’t wait for an invitation.”
Her hand finds my collar, pulls me to her unit where she quickly unlocks her door. She pushes me inside, and the door clicks shut behind us.
I tilt her chin and kiss her—slow, steady, nothing like the club. She tastes like wine and something softer, something that feels like the start of trouble I don’t want to escape.
She leans into me, fingers curling in my shirt, tugging until the buttons strain. My hands find her waist, then her hips, feeling the small tremor that runs through her when I press closer.
Her laugh breaks between kisses. “You said you wanted to wine and dine me first.”
“I did.” I nip at her bottom lip, grinning. “We’ve handled the wine part.”
She slides her coat off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. The sound of the fabric hitting the hardwood feels too loud in the quiet room. Her eyes are dark and steady when she looks up at me. “Still planning to leave?”
“Not a chance.”
I trace the line of her throat with my thumb, following it down to the edge of her dress. She exhales, slow and shaky, likeshe’s trying to remember how to breathe. When I pull the zipper down, her skin warms beneath my fingertips. The dress slips away, pooling around her ankles in a whisper of fabric.
She steps out of it and hooks her fingers into my belt loops, tugging until I follow her deeper into the apartment—past the couch, through the hallway, into the low light of her bedroom. Every movement feels like gravity, pulling us exactly where we’re supposed to go.
Her lips find my neck, my jaw, the space just below my ear that makes me forget everything else. I manage to get my shirt halfway off before she takes over, impatient, pushing it past my shoulders until it lands somewhere behind us.
She’s smiling now—small, wicked, confident. The same smile she wore the first night we met, only softer around the edges. Her fingers trace the waistband of my pants before she sinks slowly to her knees, eyes never leaving mine.
She smirks, fingertips dragging over my thighs.
My cock stands hard and proud, pre-cum weeping from the tip. She looks up at me, and I nearly come undone just from that; her dark-rimmed brown eyes staring up at me through her thick lashes. She’s giving me every ounce of fuck-me energy.
“Suck,” I tell her.
She bobs forward, wrapping a hand around my cock while her tongue circles the head. I groan, dropping my head back in pleasure. A gag leaves her, and she does a little gasp for air as she sinks down to my base, taking me to the back of her throat.
My angel licks and sucks, her head bobbing up and down on my shaft. The grunts and moans she’s causing only push her more.
“Fucking hell, Angel,” I breathe, hand slipping into her hair to guide her rhythm, slow and rough at once. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her right hand comes up and cups my balls, squeezing them as she holds my cock in the back of her throat.
“I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”
She pulls off of me with a pop and smiles. “Give it to me, Silas. I want every drop.”
“Shit,” I curse at her filthy words, and her knowing exactly what they do to me. She knows about my cum kink, about my slight breeding obsession, and she’s using it to her advantage. “Tongue out, Angel.”
She does as she’s told, sitting back on her knees, sticking her tongue out. I start to jerk myself, and my breathing intensifies. My mouth opens on a gasp before I groan, and streams of cum cover her face. Most hits her tongue, but some lands on her cheeks and chest.
“Damn, you’re stunning covered in my cum.”
She glances down at the mess on her chest and grins, not wiping a thing. She knows it’s my weakness—knows exactly what leaving it there does to me.
“Now I want it inside me,” she says, standing and climbing onto the bed. “I want to ride this big cock, shoot it deep where it belongs.”
“Fucking hell, Angel.”
