Chapter 75
Chapter 75
Snowflakes
A slow, delicious ache between my thighs dragged me from sleep, followed instantly by the wet, filthy sound of Cupid’s tongue lapping at my pussy.
My legs curled involuntarily, toes digging into the sheets as he flattened his tongue and dragged it up my slit, circling my swollen clit before sucking it between his lips. He tugged gently, letting it pop free with a lewd, wet sound that made my hips jerk.
“Fuck… yes…” I whimpered, still half–dreaming.
He didn’t stop. One thick finger slid into my soaked entrance, then a second, stretching me open while his mouth stayed locked on my clit sucking, flicking, devouring.
I fisted his messy hair, grinding shamelessly against his face, chasing the pleasure that was already coiling tight and hot in my belly.
I’ve lived for years, but nothing, nothing, compared to waking up with Cupid Godlike eating my pussy like it was his last meal p>
“Cupid… oh god, I’m…” My voice cracked into a sob as the orgasm slammed through me.
He curled his fingers hard, stroking that perfect spot inside, and I shattered. My pussy clenched around his fingers as I squirted, a hot rush that soaked his hand, his chin, the sheets beneath us.
He kept licking through it, gentling me down, rubbing slow circles over my pulsing clit until the aftershocks faded. Only then did I open my eyes and really look at him.
He was kneeling between my spread thighs, hair wild, lips glistening with my cum, eyes black with hunger. Gorgeous didn’t begin to cover it.
My hand drifted down to his cock, rock–hard, flushed, leaking at the tip. I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking once, twice, but he caught my wrist and leaned in to kiss me instead. I tasted myself on his
tongue.
“Just you,” he murmured against my lips, voice rough. “I only wanted to taste you come p>
He kissed me again, deep and filthy, then pulled away and disappeared into the bedroom.
I lay there drenched, thighs trembling, pussy still fluttering around nothing, and smiled like an idiot.
Eventually I tried to sit up, intending to clean the mess I’d made of his sheets. The bed was soaked. I’d squirted everywhere but then something happens and I zoned out.
“Snowflakes? Hey p>
His voice snapped me out of my daze. He was already back, standing at the bedside in nothing but low- slung trousers, shirt dangling from one hand. His eyes widened when he saw I’d zoned out completely.
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“What were you thinking about for so long? You okay?” he asked, concern softening his voice.
I flushed.
“I just… your bed is ruined because of me, and p>
“I’ll change the sheets. Go freshen up. I’m making tea.” He kissed my temple, lingering.
I slid off the bed, legs shaky. The second my feet touched the floor my knees buckled. Every muscle between my thighs screaming from how hard he’d fucked me all night. I pitched forward.
He caught me instantly, strong arms banding around my waist, lowering me gently back to the mattress.
“Easy,” he murmured, eyes flicking down my trembling legs. Understanding dawned. “I was too rough p>
I laughed weakly, leaning into his chest.
“I asked for it. Repeatedly p>
He scooped me up bridal–style without another word.
“I’m running your bath p>
And just like that, I melted all over again.
“Mechanic? Really?” I asked in awe, staring at him like I was seeing a different side of him entirely. He smiled, slow and sinful, and leaned back against the counter with a cup of warm tea in his hand.
“That’s what I actually wanted to be when I was young. I love cars. I love engines… the sound of them p>
“That I know. You drive the best cars and that motorcycle you rode the other night when we met was wow. So hot and p>
I trailed off the second I realized how it sounded, but it was too late. He already heard it. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, deep and knowing.
Heat crawled up my neck, and from the only chair at the dining area, I lowered my gaze, blushing like a fool. I had to admit it. Cupid Godlike was one beautiful man. Dangerous, but beautiful.
We had already taken a bath, and I was wearing the clothes I had come to his house with. He’d carried me all the way here, stripped me, bathed me with those large calloused hands, dressed me gently… and then brought me to sit in the kitchen like I was something precious.
My strength was returning now, and the throbbing ache between my legs was finally fading.
“I always wanted to be a profiler,” I continued, trying to hold the conversation together. “I wanted to prove to criminals that they have no place among the rest of us p>
He paused mid–sip, eyes lifting to pin me.
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“Some criminals aren’t that bad if you get to know them,” he murmured.
I almost laughed.
“Of course. There are no good crimino
and bad criminals. All criminals have to be put away”
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I smiled, got up since my tea was finished, and walked toward him. “You, Mr. Godlike, are one of them.
with no food in the kitchen?” How can you have the most luxurious hous
Silence.
joke
For a second, I wondered if he didn’t get but then a slow, bright smile broke across his face, so genuine it made my chest squeeze.
He emptied his tea in one swallow, then leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine, warm, slow, letting me taste the same tea we just shared.
When I pulled back, I searched his eyes, loving this moment more than I should.
He made me forget that outside this house, I had a husband who didn’t care, a husband who would go to
me tugged, sadness, maybe fear.
any length to be cruel. I stared at Cupid, and something inside o
Something was wrong with me. I kept zoning out. Drifting. Losing seconds… minutes.
I blinked past it and leaned in again, kissing him softly, then deeper, relaxing into him, telling myself it was just stress.
Cupid tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear and asked quietly,
“What’s the schedule for today p>
I leaned close to his throat to answer, murmuring,
“There’s a red–carpet party for the charity before Thanksgiving. I don’t know why Ares hasn’t announced it yet p>
Cupid stiffened. The change was instant.
His whole body went rigid, and I went still too, shocked by how fast the warmth drained out of him. His eyes shifted, dark, possessive, cold.
I realized I’d said something wrong.
Wait… was it the name of another man?
The question barely formed when a phone started ringing. Not mine. Not his cellphone either but someone was calling him.
Yet he didn’t move.
He just stared at me, deadly and silent, before brushing past me without a word.
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Cold slid down my spine,
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I turned to see him walking away, retreating into that dangerous calm that terrified everyone including
How possessive was he really? How fast could his mood change?
“Cupid…” I called, hurrying after hi
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