GUN IN MY HAND

BONUS CHAPTER: DOROTHY'S 19TH BIRTHDAY (PART 3)

'I'm starvin', darlin'

Let me put my lips to something

Let me wrap my teeth around the world'

"If you'd known all the bad intentions that crossed my mind that day... What I wished to do..."

He'd already given me a nice glimpse then. However, now, there was nothing to hold his deviousness back, no gun, no fabric on my lower half as his dark gaze roamed along my figure, and not even an inch between us when he pressed his hips against my naked center. And oh, did I feel the bad intentions.

The other difference was also that I wasn't looking away as I mirrored his crooked smile.

"You can still do it. You're the evil genie."

"Really?" He checked, and if it hadn't been clear before, his eyes were now wide enough for the bad intentions to drip from them and onto my exposed cleavage.

When I nodded, the blue shades even lit up like it was his birthday, and... with some cream and chocolate topping on top, I was the dessert.

Literally, as he splayed them with intent caresses all over my chest.

I'd expected him to strip off my dress at the very least before, but no, he recreated the exact same stain like he'd memorized it by heart on our first encounter, ruining another of my outfits in some romantic way that was only his.

Still, like every time, my heart melted, along with the rest of my being when he pulled slightly away to admire his work, a voracious glint shining on his lips as his tongue slipped out.

"You know what I said about the music box being the best gift?"

I hummed, not even following his gaze on the other side of the tent. All my attention was on that mouth, drawing closer and closer until his words tingled mine.

"I take it off. This. Is. The. Best. Gift."

And he didn't lose time devouring it, devouring me, as he crashed his mouth on mine, needing some cherry as a 'taster'. Well, that was what he murmured on my lower lip as he took his first bite, slow and savoring, before starting his feast.

A feast, there was no better word to describe it, as much for him as for me, when his mouth melted down my neck, and mine parted in delight.

He licked, nibbled, sucked, kissed... tasted the cream and my skin under, and the sugar might have been on the tip of his tongue, yet the spike of energy was buzzing in my veins as he was filling my stomach with ambrosial sensations.

I was ravenous for more when he dragged his teeth along the edge of my neckline and mumbled on the fine fabric, lingering particularly near my sensitive breasts, always to clean the cream, of course.

Oh that he did. The only mushy mixture that remained was me, and as my dress and skin were cleaned thoroughly, I wondered why I hadn't accepted his offer the first time.

"Now, the cherry on top."

Now, I remembered why.

That greedy smile above my hammering heart, I wouldn't have been ready for it one year ago. I still wasn't when he bit down on my flushed peak through my dress and slid down my body, letting go of my wrists yet pinning me with his sharp gaze.

"If you move your hands, I stop."

It wasn't a question, and I didn't get to answer as he placed my legs over his shoulders in a last warning.