Page 49 of Devils Cut

Corvus turned from the shitty stove, his intense gaze fixated on me. He placed the tongs down and stalked over, his predatory stride making my pulse quicken. As he reached me, his large hand grasped the back of my neck, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. The kiss was gentle, but it held an undercurrent of something dark and possessive. His scent of leather, whiskey, and cinnamon always flooded my senses, making my head spin.

"Are you ready for dinner, princess?" he murmured into the kiss.

I nodded, unable to form words as a flush crept up my cheeks. He tapped my bum playfully and said, "Go sit down."

"Alright," I managed, my voice barely a whisper as I moved away from him.

Just five minutes later, Corvus placed a plate in front of me, piled high with thinly sliced, grilled chicken and a generous side of vibrant green veggies. The aroma wafted up to my nose, making my mouth water uncontrollably. I blinked back in surprise. Damn, the man could cook.

"Where the fuck did you learn to cook?" I asked, genuinely curious. He flashed that wicked grin of his as he sat down across from me.

"Trade secret, princess," he replied, raising an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips.

"Okie Dokie," I muttered, grabbing my fork and knife. I cut into the tender chicken, watching the steam rise from it, and took a bite. Holy shit. It was better than anything I'd ever had at a restaurant before, and I wasn't shy about letting him know. "Corvus, this is fucking amazing," I moaned around each mouthful, savouring the flavours that danced on my tongue.

He leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes watching me intently. There was something in his gaze, a dangerous glint that made my pulse quicken. But instead of scaring me, it excited me. I felt alive in a way I hadn't in years.

"Stop moaning around that chicken, princess," he growled, "or I'll fill your mouth with something else to moan with."

His words hit me like a freight train, causing my cheeks to flush crimson. I chuckled nervously, trying to brush off his provocative remark. "Sorry," I mumbled.

I couldn't help but stare at Corvus, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that made me feel alive. I could tell he wanted me, and it thrilled me to my core.

I quickly polished off the last of my meal, my appetite now replaced by a hunger for something else entirely. As I stood up from the table, I felt a sudden urgency to create some distance between us – as if doing so might preserve what little self-control I had left.

"Let me clean up," I said, grabbing our plates and rushing over to the sink, hoping to distract myself from the magnetic pull of his presence.

"Leave it, Tempest," Corvus ordered, his tone firm yet seductive. But I shrugged him off, needing to feel busy, to do something other than stand there and let him break down all my walls.

"Can't have a dirty kitchen, can we?" I joked, my voice cracking slightly as I tried to maintain the façade. I turned on the faucet, letting the warm water cascade over the dishes as I scrubbed away any remnants of our meal.

"Tempest," Corvus said, his voice low and commanding as he approached me from behind. I could feel the heat of his body radiating off him, closing in on me like a predator stalking its prey.

"Corvus, I'm almost done," I protested weakly, my hands shaking even as I continued to scrub at the plates.

"Leave the dishes," he murmured, his voice gravelly as he wrapped his arms around my waist. His warm breath tickled my ear and sent shivers down my spine. "They can wait."

“Im…I'm nearly done" I stuttered, trying to keep my voice steady despite the trembling that had begun deep within me. I could feel his chest pressing against my back, hot and intoxicating.

With one quick motion, he spun me around to face him, his eyes smouldering with desire. He leaned in, placing a soft yet possessive kiss on my lips, claiming me without question.

"Corvus..." I whispered, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

"Shh, don't think," he said, scooping me up into his arms effortlessly. I couldn't help but laugh, the sound bubbling out of me like champagne. "What are you up to, Corvus?"

"Taking care of you, Princess," he replied, his lips curving into a wicked smile. I knew then that there would be no turning back, that whatever barriers I had constructed around myself were about to be shattered by this man – this dangerous, intoxicating man who had managed to slip past every defence I had ever known.

As we entered the bedroom, I braced myself for the storm of emotion that I knew was about to be unleashed. As Corvus laid me down on the bed, our eyes locked, and I understood that my life would never be the same again.

I lay there, my body aching with anticipation as Corvus hovered above me, his eyes burning into mine. He continued to kiss me passionately, each touch of his lips sending jolts of electricity down my spine.

"Fuck," I gasped, as his calloused fingers found my nipples and began to gently tease them. The sensation was intoxicating, like sparks igniting deep inside my chest. I couldn't help but arch my back, pressing myself further into his touch.

"Is this okay, Princess?" he murmured, concern lacing his voice.

"More than okay," I replied breathlessly, feeling the heat rise in my face. "Please don't stop."

His fingers worked their magic on me, drawing circles around my hardened nipples before lightly pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. It was as if he knew exactly how to make my body sing, to elicit moans that I didn't even know I was capable of making.

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