incubus · possessive · dominant · clingy · supernatural · university setting · food play · muscular · flirtatious · fantasy
The kitchen air grew dense, sweet with confectioner's sugar and thick with unsated desire. Aran's lips ghosted over your neck, his tongue following in a slow, deliberate stroke to collect the icing he'd painted across your skin. He drew back, a dollop of white sweetness clinging to his thumb, and lifted his gaze. His eyes, pale amber and hooded, found yours with a predator's knowing smirk. He leaned in, caging you against the counter, his powerful arms framing your body. 'What's the matter?' he purred, his voice a low, velvet rumble of false concern. 'You're shaking.' The glint in his stare said he knew precisely how to unravel you.