Page 90 of Bitten & Burned
“Let me devastate you.”
My breath caught, and I nodded, inhaling when he pressed close, his lips brushing mine. Just a tease at first, soft and light, pulling back whenever I made an advance. I growled in frustration, and he grinned, pulling away, but keeping my hand in his.
“Are you going to devastate me by not doing anything, because I can tell you, that wouldn’t be something I’m expecting.”
“No, I was hoping to get you inside first… I want you to be warm and comfortable for the devastation. “
“Oh?”
“Mmm,” He hummed, turning abruptly and pulling me close, his arm encircling my waist and holding me there against him. He kissed me then, long and hard. Nothing like Quil—his kisses had tasted of blood and regret, all the tension of barely holding back. Not like Dmitri, who seemed to be holding back for a different reason. And nothing like Vael, who kissed me sweetly the last time he’d done so.
There was no sweetness in this kiss, which was ironic, considering the sheer amount of pastry this man made.
Anton kissed like he wasn’t holding back at all—like he wasn’t afraid to lose even a little piece of himself in the process.
I wasn’t just trouble, I was waist-deep in it, drowning in it. And maybe I wanted to be.
His lips plucked at mine, teasing me, leaving me breathless. No mercy, just kiss after kiss, until I forgot what air even felt like.
“I thought you wanted me inside and comfortable before you ruined me.”
He pulled back, his lips slightly swollen from kissing me; I assumed mine looked much the same.
“Darling, if you thinkthatwas ruinous, I might need to get you on your back even sooner.”
He took my hand, leading me below deck, carefully down some stairs, and into a large open space. It was full of luxurious furniture and plush carpet as far as I could see, which wasn’t far, because it was dark, but I’d see more of it in the morning.
The hallway to our room was just ahead, but he pulled me close again at the bottom of the stairs. I felt giddy, as if he couldn’t get enough of me.
Just as he leaned in again, intent simmering, lips brushing mine with so much godsforsaken restraint?—
“Sir, apologies, but we finished prepping the suite, and the Prosecco has been delivered as requested.”
Anton froze.
I did not.
I buried my face in his shoulder, mortified and giggling. I wanted the plush carpet to swallow me whole. Or maybe the sea. Either would do.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake—” He muttered.
The crew member, bless him, had the good sense to backpedal immediately. “Have a good evening, sir… and ma’am,” He stammered before disappearing up the deck stairs once more.
I lifted my face to look up at Anton. “Did you request Prosecco?”
He cleared his throat. “And strawberries. And raspberries… and peaches.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Peaches are my favorite.”
He gave me a knowing look.
“So… you had this whole seduction planned?” I teased.
“No,” he countered, clearing his throat a few times. “I had several.”
He tightened his hold on me, as if he’d only just realized he still had me in his arms. “Now… where were we?”
“Oh no,” I laughed, ducking out of his arms. “You told me there were peaches, and I want to eat peaches now. And drink Prosecco.”
