Warning: R-18
The last cookie vanished from her fingertips into his mouth in one swift, deliberate bite. His lips grazed her skin.
"Mmm… tasty," he rumbled, the word vibrating against her fingers. He didn't let her pull her hand back, his tongue sweeping over her fingertip to catch a stray crumb. The heat in his eyes had nothing to do with sugar.
In the same motion, his leg hooked behind him, and the bedroom door swung shut with a soft click. His hands, now free, found her hips, sliding up her sides beneath her shirt, his palms hot and demanding against her waist.
"Leo—" she started, but his mouth was already on hers, swallowing her words.
"Oh, God," she moaned into the kiss, a sound of pure surrender. It was deep, languid, and devastating. He tasted like chocolate and vanilla, and it made her greedy. She wanted to devour him in return, to consume the very essence of his hunger.
His hands worked with focused, impatient reverence.
