Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
When he reached for more bread, Scar caught his hand. “Save room for dessert.”
Gage beamed. “Oh my gosh.”
Scar took his hand and led him to a couch that felt too comfortable to be real.
The floor-to-ceiling doors were opened, allowing the ocean breeze to flow inside and bathe his skin like a cool caress.
Scar sat beside him. “Dessert’s on the table in front of you.”
“What are we having?”
“I admit that I don’t know what your favorite dessert is.”
He heard a fork scrape lightly across a plate, then Scar’s lips grazed his gently before he whispered, “Do you trust me?”
He didn’t hesitate. “With my life.”
Scar stayed close enough Gage could feel his breath, and it made the heat building below his waist obvious.
Scar’s voice was silken-dark—soft and sinful. “Open your mouth.”
Gage’s pulse beat wildly as he slowly parted his lips.
The first bite was chilled and had a mousse-like texture that melted on his tongue. The bright, citrusy flavor came next, then the soft crumble underneath.
He made a satisfied sound before he opened his mouth for more.
Scar’s lips brushed his cheek before he slid the fork in again.
“Key lime tart,” he said.
Gage swallowed, breath unsteady, his cock straining in his slacks.
“You wanna try another?” Scar asked, brushing his thumb along his bottom lip.
He nodded, heat burning hotter.
“Open,” Scar said hoarsely, his voice sounding as if he were just as affected by all of this as he was.
The metal prongs slid between his lips, and this time, the bite was warm. It was some kind of cake soaked in something sweet, like a milky cream.
Gage’s eyes fluttered closed.
It wasn’t just the flavors. It was the intimacy of being fed, and Scar being so charismatic and sexy.
“That’s delicious. I think I’ve had this one before, but I don’t remember it tasting that good.”
“Tres leches,” Scar murmured after Gage ate another bite.
Next was something crisp and thin that shattered when he bit down, turning into buttery sugar.
Gage moaned. “Oh my gosh?”
“Caramelized puffs,” Scar said.
“It’s so good. Are you eating some too?”
“Mmm, I think I will have a taste.”
Scar leaned in and kissed him, tender at first, then deeper. Scar’s mouth was hungry as if he were trying to suck all traces of sugar off his lips.
Scar broke the kiss with a rough breath, nuzzling his forehead into his cheek as if resetting his control.
Scar reached for the fork again.
Gage licked his lips and opened his mouth.
A spoonful of something cold and dense spread across his tongue. Dark chocolate and bold coffee flavors, bitter and sweet.
“Tiramisu,” Scar said.
Gage laughed. “That’s a bit too rich, and I’m not a big coffee lover.”
“Noted,” Scar said, setting the plate down and picking up another. “This is the last one.”
The final bite was chewy and sticky. Layered with syrupy-honey and a nutty flavor, maybe pistachio. He was fascinated by how the textures kept changing the more he ate.
“Baklava.”
As if Scar could see how much he liked that one, he fed him another piece, then another. He would’ve eaten it all, but now he craved something else.
His body was hyperaware of Scar beside him, his heat, his energy. The way Scar’s mouth kept brushing his between bites, stealing kisses and licking the sweetness off his lips, had him worked up.
He curled his fingers into Scar’s shirt as he wrapped his hand behind his neck, pulling him closer.
Their kiss tasted like vanilla and citrus, decadent and tart. Scar’s tongue traced his lower lip before he delved back inside.
Gage was shaking with excitement—from being handled, teased, and cherished all at the same time.
His body was being loud and clear about what it wanted.
He climbed onto Scar’s lap, breathing hard into his mouth. “I want you. All of you, right now…please.”
Scar groaned as if he was in bliss, but he gripped Gage’s hips, locking him in place.
He jerked back, disappointed and confused. “Why do you keep…?” His voice cracked. “What am I doing wrong? I thought you brought me here because we were gonna’…”
Scar pressed his finger gently to his lips.
Gage quieted, trying to calm his frustration.
Scar took a deep breath, as if he was bracing himself.
“I brought you here,” he said, barely above a whisper, “to tell you, and show you…how much I love you.”
Gage froze.
Scar took one of his hands and brought it to his lips, kissing his knuckles.
“I’ve never loved anyone in my life, not even myself,” Scar said. “I was crazy about you from the moment I saw you. I knew you were…innocent. Kind and good. Where I came from, I never thought I’d know someone like you. Have someone like you. I don’t want just one night.”
Gage blinked at the moisture forming in his eyes.
Scar reached for his other hand and wrapped it tight in his. “I want you every night,” he said. “Forever. For the rest of our lives.”
Scar guided his hand toward what he was holding. Gage closed it over a small velvet cradle with a hinge opening.