Page 77 of Eat Slay Love

Good man.

Without another word, he climbed back into the Phantom and pulled away, disappearing into the night.

Leaving us alone.

And leaving me with her.

Exactly where she was meant to be.

I turned to Rae, tugging her flush against me. My voice grew thick with satisfaction. “That was a verysmartdecision,chérie.”

She smirked. “Oh? And why is that?”

I brushed my lips against her ear, whispering, “Because now I have all night to ruin you.”

And then, I kissed her.

Not gently.

Not sweetly.

But with possession.

With intent.

With the kind of hunger that a man only felt once in his lifetime—when he knew he had found something rare, something that no other man had the right to worship properly.

My lips crashed against hers.

Demanding.

Devouring.

She gasped softly, her hands flying up to my chest, gripping the fabric of my suit as if she needed something to hold onto—because she did.

Because I intended to steal every last ounce of oxygen from her lungs.

Manhattan pulsed around us, alive with its ceaseless energy—horns blaring in the distance, voices spilling out from bars and restaurants, the sound of the city’s heartbeat thundering beneath our feet.

But we were in our own world.

The golden glow of the hotel entrance bathed us in its warm light, while the moon above cast its silver blessing over her dark brown skin.

She was glowing.

Or maybe that was just how I saw her.

How I wouldalwayssee her.

I angled my head, deepening the kiss, swallowing the small, desperate sound that escaped her lips. My tongue slid against hers, slow and thorough, savoring every flick.

Every moan.

Her every surrender.

She melted into me, her curves molding perfectly against my body, her nails digging into my shoulders like she needed more.

And I would give her everything.

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