He started to stand and I reached my hand out to his face. As my hand grazed his cheek, he froze, closing his eyes. I slid my hand into his hair, knotting my hand in it.
His eyes snapped open, his gaze blistering.
My heart leapt into my throat and I jerked him forward, crashing his mouth to mine. He hesitated, just for a moment, before he deepened the kiss, groaning and bringing both hands to either side of my face. The sound went straight to my core, reminding me of every delicious sound he’d made that night, and I moaned at the intensity of every feeling. Every touch. Every breath.
He slowly stood, pulling me with him, unwilling to part. As soon as I was on my feet, he slid his hands down to my backside, pulling my hips into him. He lifted me and my legs wrapped around his waist on instinct.
Sitting me on the table, he broke the kiss, smirking as his hands slid down my thighs to my knees, parting them wide. My cheeks flamed as the thin strip of fabric fell between my knees, the only thing covering my bare sex.
“I brought you here for breakfast. Now it’s my turn.” His gaze dropped and his smirk deepened into a devilish grin. His tongue clicked as he slid the fabric over, exposing me. “Oh, how thoughtful of you to dress for the occasion.”
He slowly dropped to his knees before me, pulling me to the edge of the table, and threw both of my legs over his shoulders. “Lean back,” he commanded and I laid against the table.
He slid his flat tongue along my slit, savoring every inch. A loud moan escaped me, and my back arched off the table. With a low chuckle, he planted a hand on my lower belly, holding me in place as he swiped and licked at the bundle of nerves.
This feeling was too good. It was blinding. It shouldn’t be physically possible to feelthisgood.
“You are…” He licked long and slow, followed by two fingers sliding into me. “Delicious, Ara.”
He pulled out, thrusting back in, and I gasped, overwhelmed by the feeling of it all.
“This”—he licked again, groaning into me—“is mine. No one will make you feel as good as I do.” He picked up his pace, unraveling me by the very thread of my existence, intertwining it with his. “Ever,” he growled and I shattered.
“Rogue,” I moaned, sparks clouding my blackened vision as an orgasm tore through me.
“Hmm,” he groaned, increasing his pace, dragging out the overwhelming pleasure until I came down from the high. “I want to hear my name on your lips every time you come apart beneath me.”
With his eyes locked on mine, he rose to his feet, his lips slick with my arousal. Slowly, he brought his fingers to his mouth again, as he had our first time. With a wicked grin, he licked the taste of me from them. Every part of me flushed, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“You are, by far, my favorite meal.” My breath hitched as he prowled closer. He leaned over me, bracing himself on one hand by my head while the other trailed along the curves of my body. “I would have you for breakfast every day that you allow it,” he whispered into my ear, sending goosebumps across my skin.
The sun poured through the window, lighting us with beams of warm, morning sunlight, and he glanced up. A muscle ticked in his jaw before he lowered his gaze back to me, sighing. He rubbed his thumb along the mate mark once before pulling back and standing. I followed closely behind him, sitting up on the edge of the table, my brows pulling together.
“Unfortunately, I have to go.” He gripped my chin again, tilting my face to his. “Try not to dream of me too much while I’m gone,” he said with a smirk.
He tilted his head, gazing at me for a moment, and his face fell slightly. Something I didn’t recognize flashed behind his eyes. Something sad. Haunted. But it was gone as fast as it had arrived.
He released me with a deep sigh, turning to the door.
“Wait, where are you going?”
“To resolve an issue,” he replied. “Doran and I should be back in a few days. Maybe a week.”
He glanced back at me, pausing for a heartbeat before stalking back to the table. He gripped my cheek and kissed me deeply. Fiercely. Branding the feel of him into my skin, as if I would never feel it again.
Releasing me, he turned, rubbing his chest as he exited the room without another word.
* * *
My heart was still racing in the aftermath of what we had just done when rational thought returned and irritation bit at me. It wasn’t what we’d done that bothered me though. It was the fact that he’d avoided the question, just as Evander would’ve done.
Foolish. That entire… thing was foolish. I am so—
I huffed, bringing my palm to my forehead. The way he got under my skin, the way I allowed it, was dangerous. I knew it and yet, I couldn’t resist.
Ever the moth to his flame.
Dropping my hand, I turned to see the damage and grimaced. What was left of the food was pushed to one side of the table, a quarter of it on the floor. Hesitantly, I scooped it and awkwardly placed it back on the dishes, cleaning up as much as I could. Satisfied, I stepped back, smoothed my hair, and took a deep breath before exiting the room.