Page 137 of Undisputed Chaos
Chocolate and cream coated her tongue, and she moaned softly at the taste despite her protests.
Still my angel, even when she was trying to be defiant.
"See? Not so bad," I murmured, watching her lick a smear of icingfrom her bottom lip. The innocent gesture sent fire straight to my groin, tenting my pants.
As I prepared another bite, my free hand found the zipper at the back of her dress.
She was so focused on the cake, so pliant with alcohol and trust, that she barely noticed as I slowly drew it down.
The sound was quiet over the gentle hum of the aquarium filter, but it felt deafening in the intimate quiet of the room.
“Yummy,” she said around another mouthful of cake, only smiling. It had that breathy quality that meant she was getting turned on.
“Good angel.” I pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder as the dress loosened, revealing the pale expanse of her back.
Her skin was like porcelain in the moonlight, smooth and perfect and begging for my touch.
I fed her another bite while my fingers traced the line of her spine, feeling the way she shivered under my touch.
The dress slipped lower with each movement, pooling around her waist as I gradually bared her to my hungry gaze.
She was fucking gorgeous. Every inch of her, every curve and hollow designed specifically to drive me insane.
Her breasts were large and full, nipples already pebbled from the cool air and my attention.
I palmed one while continuing to feed her, feeling the weight of it in my hand, the way her breath hitched when I brushed my thumb across the sensitive peak.
"More cake," I commanded softly, and she obediently opened her mouth as her eyes fluttered shut.
The trust she showed me, even drunk and vulnerable, made something primitive and possessive roar to life.
I reached into my back pocket with my free hand, fingers closing around the familiar weight of my jade knife.
The blade gleamed wickedly in the aquarium light as I flicked it open, the sound making Isla's eyes snap to mine.
She didn’t say anything, just maintained that absolute faith in me.
Using the dull edge of the blade, I traced lazy patterns across her skin, down her collarbone, along the curve of her breast, across the soft swell of her belly.
She made a little sound and arched into the touch, cake forgotten as I marked her with cold steel.
“Fucking pretty,” I murmured, voice rough with want. "My angel letting me play with her.”
The knife made quick work of her bra straps, the delicate lace parting like thread under the sharp edge.
I peeled the garment away and tossed it aside, leaving her bare from the waist up. Her skin glowed in the moonlight, and I had to resist the urge to mark her with my teeth.
"Hungry for something else?" I asked, scooping icing onto my finger and painting it across her nipple.
She whimpered as I leaned down to lick it clean, my tongue swirling around the sensitive bud until she was writhing beneath me.
I pulled back and did the same with her panties, the snick of the blade slicing the thin fabric at her hips.
It fell away, exposing the pale skin of her pretty pussy, just hidden between her thighs.
But I had bigger plans than just teasing her with dessert.
Standing up, I made quick work of my own clothes, letting them fall carelessly to the carpet. My cock stood proud and hard, already throbbing with need as I looked down at my angel spread out like a feast before me.
