Page 60 of Eat Slay Love

And that knowledge sent a wild pulse of arousal through me.

Of course, Fabien was completely unaware of the extra set of eyes on us.

And for the first time in a long time,Iheld the power in the space.

Iwas the one making a man fall apart behind the wheel.

Iwas the one being devoured by another man in the backseat.

AndIwas the one who could decide just how far this moment would go with the both of them.

A slow, wicked smile curled my lips. “Mmm.”

If Dalvin wanted to watch. . .then let him watch.

“Fabien.” My voice was barely a whisper as I threaded my fingers into his hair.

He hummed against my throat, distracted, caught up in the taste of me.

I leaned down, brushing my lips over the shell of his ear, and whispered, “Suck on my nipples.”

The sound that left him was brutally primal. A low, rough groan that vibrated through my entire body, sending liquid fire between my thighs.

His grip on me tightened, his breath a heavy drag against my skin. “You’re killing me,chérie.”

But he didn’t hesitate.

His fingers dipped to the neckline of my gown, tugging it down with agonizing slowness, revealing the sinful hot pink lace beneath.

Fabien groaned.

Dalvin parted his lips in hunger.

Fuck.

And then—Fabien pulled my lace cup down, just enough to expose the stiff peak of my nipple.

The car swerved a little again, telling me that Dalvin could see that stiff nipple too.

Oh God my pussy is getting so wet.

But all my attention remained on Fabien as he damn near drooled over my nipple.

“Tu es parfaite.” A sharp inhale left him as he took me in, his hands smoothing over my full curves, worshipfully.

I shivered. “What does that mean?”

“You are perfect.”

All my life, I had wanted a man to look at me like this.

To touch me like this and see me as perfect just the way I was.

Not like I was something to tolerate or hide, not like my body was a problem to be solved or a compromise to be made.

But like I was something to bedevoured.

And here he was.

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