Still, it was a damn nice apartment. I found that I didn't mind getting swept off my feet and treated like a prince if Fabian was the one doing it.
My heart raced non-stop since finding the glitter message in his office. I argued with myself, insisting it couldn't be for me but desperately wanting it to be, until finally Fabian put an end to my doubts with a blunt confession.
He loved me—and I was his fated mate.
Hell, at this point, I was so fucking smitten with him I'd be anything he wanted me to be.
The moment Fabian got me through the threshold of his door and slammed it behind him, a frenzied look sparked in his eyes. They were the color of molten gold again, and now I finally understood why. It was because he was a phoenix. A beautiful, unbelievable, fireproof and coffee-proof phoenix.
He backed me up against the white marble counter in the kitchen, pinning me against it. We hadn't even done anything yet—not even kiss—but my cock was hard. No alpha had ever batted an eye at me, but Fabian couldn't tear his gaze away. He was looking at me like he wanted to eat me.
Fabian blew out a long, steady breath. "I'm going to kiss you now."
My stomach flipped. "Okay."
Fabian grasped my face tenderly in his hands, leaned in, then stopped. "Hold on. Have you ever been kissed before?"
I blushed both because I was embarrassed by the answer and because my heart felt like it was going to explode. "Um..."
Fabian smirked, guessing the correct answer. "No need to be ashamed, my dear. In fact, I prefer it this way." He closed the space between us until his lips were an inch from mine. "It means I'll be the one and only person to ever kiss you. You're mine."
A pleasant shudder rippled down my spine. "I'm yours."
Saying the words felt good, powerful, like speaking the words was an incantation.
Fabian grinned, then finally pressed his lips to mine. A soft murmur escaped me. I didn't expect how soft they'd be—and that they tasted like peach lip gloss.
A small moan escaped my parted lips. At first I was embarrassed at the sound but as Fabian slipped his tongue into my mouth and took the lead, I soon forgot about it. With Fabian's kindness and patience, I was starting to learn that I didn't have to be ashamed of myself anymore.
And his tongue in my mouth helped, too.
With my doubts and all coherent thought melting away, Fabian deepened the kiss until I was breathless. My head was spinning. I felt dizzy with lust and affection.
When Fabian finally let me suck in some air, I asked, "Is kissing always this good?"
He grinned smugly. "With me it is."
I liked this newfound possessive streak he had. "Good thing I'm not interested in anyone else."
He growled happily and pulled me into another make out. I moaned into his mouth as Fabian's hands snaked down my front, teasing my nipples through my shirt along the way before unzipping me. He broke apart in a frenzy, panting as he sank to his knees. When I realized what he was doing, my face felt hotter than the sun.
He roughly yanked down my jeans.
"Hey, be careful, those are brand new," I teased.
He scoffed. "I can always get you another pair. This is more important."
I never imagined I'd hear Fabian, fashion icon, say that sucking my cock was more important than a pair of new expensive jeans—but hey, I was learning something new every day with my fated mate.
I was already hard when Fabian pulled my dick out. I shuddered at the sudden rush of cool air against my sensitive flesh, then gasped when Fabian engulfed it with his hot lips. I shivered and arched against the kitchen counter, the cold marble digging into my back.
"Shit, that feels good," I mumbled.
Goodwas an understatement. It felt like my brain was melting out of my ears. The all-consuming lust had zapped away all my brain cells.
Fabian smirked, looking up at me through long lashes painted with a layer of mascara. He teased me with his tongue, languidly lapping my shaft and sucking the tip, making me feel so good I wanted to explode. I was sweating bullets. I bit my lip hard.
It was embarrassing, but I barely lasted. How could I when the hottest man in the world—figurativelyandliterally—was blowing me?
