Page 163 of His Fated Luna

Rose arched an eyebrow. “Oh, come on, Tony. It’s just chopping up some vegetables.”

Tony backtracked as if he was being asked to slit a man’s throat. Probably because my eyes were giving him a clear message that I would slit his throat if he didn’t leave.

“Can I at least come back for dinner time? Come on, Rose is such a good cook!”

My response was an angry snarl through the mindlink.. I would gladly throw him out if he didn’t leave.

Tony spun on his heel, leaving us quickly while talking about “brothers betraying brothers over pretty girls.”

I noticed Rose looked confused at Tony's retreat but then she quickly went back to looking down at the box of pasta that had instructions for making stir fry.

“Do we have oyster sauce? I think I have to look in the pantry.” Rose murmured.

Rose, completely engrossed in her task, looked up when I wrapped my arms around her from behind, my warm hand slipping under her shirt to touch her stomach.

“So what are we making?” My voice was gruff, and I purposefully allowed my hardening manhood to press into her backside.

She giggled.

“Dinner,” Rose enunciated the word as my hand traveled up to splay against her ribs, my thumb gently rubbing the skin under her breast. I nibbled on her earlobe, and she gasped. My hand travelled higher to cup her breast.

“Do we have all the ingredients?” My voice was rough against her ear.

I successfully freed her breast from its bra-cup under her hoodie and Rose inhaled sharply as I flicked her nipple. She let her head loll back against my chest while she enjoyed the sensation of my warm hand against her cool skin; one hand played with her breast while the other gripped her waist firmly.

"Tell me,” I urged seductively, I pinched her nipple lightly. Rose's knees buckled but my firm grip kept her upright against me.

“I…I’m not su-sure,” Rose stuttered out breathlessly. My other hand joined in the exploration, and both hands were now kneading both her breasts from behind.

“Well…tell me what do you need?” I thumbed her nipples, knowing my double-meaning had registered to her.

“Oyster sauce!” Rose’s voice was shrill. I could smell her arousal.

My hands travelled to unclasp her bra.

“And?” I pulled her hoodie off, throwing it on the floor. Luckily, Rose was too far gone to care.

“Sh…shallots,” Rose moaned as I bit her shoulder from behind.

In one fluid motion I flipped her so she was facing me.Rose's hands found purchase on my chest and she couldn't help but grasp the collar of my shirt. I was fanning the flames ready to erupt inside her.

“Is that all?” I urged and bent my head to suck on her exposed breast.

Rose panted and writhed.

“What about dinner?” She finally managed to squeak out the feeble protest when I cupped her butt and lifted her onto the vast marble counter. It was the perfect size for what I had in mind. The metal mixing bowl fell to the ground with a loud clatter. The box of pasta followed it when I pushed Rose down onto her back.

“I’m having it,” I growled.

“But-but—” Rose gasped as I reached for her shorts to tear them off.

“Goddess, I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time,” I groaned out and Rose finally gave in.

She let me blaze a trail down her body with my lips and hands. I was committing arson, setting fire to her entire body, enjoying the way her skin flushed with desire and skin heated under my touch.

I grabbed a fistful of curls and entered her, making the kitchen fill up with echoes of her squeals. This was it. This was heaven on earth. It just couldn’t get any better than this. And Rose was my angel. She was my saving grace, bringing me back from the edge, showing me how to be the best version of myself.

Hours later, we sat snuggling in the TV room while eating a pizza I ordered after I'd had her in exactly the way I'd always wanted her on that damn countertop in our kitchen.