Beyond the Shadows || LADS Sylus FanFiction

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»How about I prepare a nice dinner for us?«, he suddenly asks softly.

»You can cook?«

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

»Sure. I have a lot of skills...«

His arrogant smirk is back and I roll my eyes.

»Yeah...You're just incredible...«, I answer sarcastically, although I know he is indeed incredible...

He chuckles and leaves the room, not without a last look over his shoulder.

»Make yourself at home, Sweetie. You can do whatever your heart desires...«

And then he's gone.

*

Fifteen minutes later my curiosity wins and I sneak into the kitchen.
Sylus stands in front of the counter, his back to me.
It seems like he hums some kind of melody...

I sneak closer and peek around him, seeing that he's preparing a salad.
The air smells like there's something in the oven, too.

It's kinda strange to see him like this.

He seems so...normal.

When I spot a little bowl with some kind of sauce in it, I grin to myself.

It doesn't look like he's aware of my presence.

I wait for the moment he turns a little to his right and dip my finger in the bowl, just to stretch it out right in Sylus's face.
But before I can smear the sauce on his cheek, his hand shoots up and catches my wrist without even looking in my direction and in an instant he pulls me infront of him and traps me between the counter and his body.

I just gape at him in surprise.

»If you want to play tricks on me, you have to become faster, Kitten. And less noisy...«

»I wasn't noisy! I was sneaky!«

He looks down my body and smirks.

»Yeah. So sneaky...«

He looks into my eyes, holds up my hand and sucks the finger with the sauce on it into his mouth.

I gasp and a shudder runs through me when I feel his tongue licking around the tip of my finger.

He let's go of my finger with a popping noise and leans against me, his hands placed on both sides of my body on the counter.

»Are you hungry?«

His voice has become raspy and deep and it drives me crazy as always.

I'm not sure what kind of hunger he's talking about right now...

»A little...«, I answer a little intimidated.

»Good. Dinner's almost ready...«

His lips brush over my jaw and I lean back automatically to give him better access.

»The salad dressing is delicious. You should try it..«, he says between two kisses on my neck.

»Really? What else do you have to offer?«, I ask teasingly.

»Potato soufflé.«

He kisses down my neck and presses himself against me.

»Sounds great...«

My voice is barely a whisper and my eyes are closed while I enjoy his treatment.

»Why don't you let me try the salad dressing?«

He leans back to look me in the eyes again.

Without a word he dips his middle finger in the dressing and brushes over my lips.
I open my mouth and stick my tongue out to lick his finger. I don't leave his eyes while tasting the dressing. His breathing becomes shallow and his nostrils flare slightly, and when I suck his finger into my mouth he lets out a low moan. I suck harder and my tongue glides around his finger and I can't stop imagining it was something else...