Page 46 of Savage Temptation
“Be patient. I’ll join you in a moment.”
After taking off my shirt and pants, I open the chest and don the props I’ll be wearing. Then I make sure the playground is set to record, because I intend to gift her with a video afterward.
Looking down at Tessa, it’s hard to imagine that we’ll go back to what we were. That’s she’ll go on with her life while I keep doing what I do. Which feels so hollow, especially now that I’ve had a taste of true happiness.
But now’s not that time to think about that. I have thirty days with her, which is truly a gift.
I can tell that she’s anxious as her arms are crossed over her breasts and her legs are pressed together. That’ll change, though. In just a few moments, I’ll blow my mind in a way she doesn’t realize is possible.
“I’m going to activate the playground. Is that okay?”
“Yeah…”
ACTIVATE.
* * *
TESSA
The world changes and a beautiful lavender sky expands around me. Rocks manifest, blue and gray in color. Exotic birds fly towards a now fully formed moon that seems gigantic.
I look down and see that I’m seated comfortably on what looks like a grassy rock formation. It’s incredibly lifelike. Unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.
Holy shit—this isn’t Earth!
“How does it look?” a growly voice says.
I do a double-take when I see a light blue creature standing in front of me. Its skin is almost iridescent, with dark markings tattooed across its flesh. It’s human-like, but so much more.
Then I realize it’s Atticus, and a giggle escapes my throat. I had a lot of theories about what I’d find in his Playground, ranging from sex with an Avenger to even a woman. But neverthis.
Twin white horns erupt from his head, arching into a circle. Like a ram. It’s all so perfect and a million times better than my graduation party he had on his device previously.
“It looks so…real…”
“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” he says in a voice that’s half Atticus, half monster. His eyes are liquid silver, gazing into mine like he wants to eat me.
Get with it, girl.
“Oh, um…I’m the Princess Amara of Gryndero and I have come seeking aid for my plant.”
“What do you have to trade?”
I spread my legs. “How much fuel would this buy me?”
The beast slowly drops to its knees, licking its lips with a forked tongue.
A forked—freaking—tongue!
Who the fuck thought this up? This isn’t some haphazard idea. It’s so intricate and seamless, it’s like I’m immersed in a different world.
His hands stroke my thighs, and I immediately notice they’re textured.
“Holy shit,”I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth.
Atticus growls so much like an animal, it has to be modified, and despite that he looks like a goddamn alien, I find myself aroused.
Very aroused.
