Dessert

It started with a tray.

Mia didn’t even notice it at first—too distracted by the way Aryan watched her from across the room, shirt half-buttoned, sleeves rolled up, tie hanging loose.

Predator in human skin.

But when he called her to the bed and she saw it—her breath caught.

Fresh strawberries. Melted chocolate. Whipped cream.

And wine. Blood red. Rich and slow.

She looked at him, confused. “What’s all this for?”

Aryan smirked, stepping close and cupping her chin. “You.”

His voice dropped a shade darker. “I’m in the mood for something sweet… and I thought I’d serve it on the body I own.”

Her body flushed hot.

He guided her backward, making her sit on the bed as he peeled her top off over her head. “Lie back, baby.”

She obeyed—nervous and exposed, but undeniably turned on.

Aryan dipped a finger into the melted chocolate, then trailed it slowly across her stomach. From just under her breasts… down to her navel… stopping right above her panties.

Mia gasped. Her skin tingled. The air smelled like cocoa and lust.

“Don’t move,” he murmured.

He bent forward and dragged his tongue up the chocolate trail, licking every inch clean—slow, worshipping strokes. His hands held her thighs open as he did, his breath hot and heavy.

“You taste better than anything I’ve ever had,” he groaned.

Next came the whipped cream.

A soft swirl over her belly. A teasing dot on the tip of her breast. Another just above her hip.

Mia whimpered, arching slightly.

He didn’t rush. He cleaned every spot with his mouth—lips and tongue working in tandem, until she was gasping, trembling, completely wrecked under his touch.

Then he took a strawberry, dipped it in chocolate, and placed it in her mouth. “Bite.”

She did—eyes locked on his.

He leaned in and took the other half straight from her lips, biting it with a groan. “So fucking sweet.”

But he wasn’t done.

He pulled her shorts down, exposing her fully now, body flushed and trembling.

Aryan pressed kisses down her belly, slow and wet, until his mouth hovered above her core.

“You want my tongue again?” he asked, voice wicked. “Want me to clean this little place too?”

Mia moaned, legs spreading on instinct. “Yes, Master. Please…”

He chuckled low. “Good girl.”

And then he devoured her.

There was no chocolate there. No whipped cream. No strawberries.

Just Mia.

And that was all he wanted in that moment.

He licked and sucked and teased until she was falling apart under him, crying out, gripping the sheets, shaking with need.

She came undone on his tongue, and Aryan didn’t stop until she begged him to.

When he finally pulled up, his lips and chin were glistening. His eyes? Dark. Hungry. Satisfied.

He leaned over her, licking a smear of chocolate from her collarbone, then kissed her deep—so she could taste herself mixed with dessert.

“You’re the only sweetness I’ll ever crave again,” he whispered against her lips.

The room was still—only the quiet hum of the city beyond the windows and the soft sound of Aryan’s breathing beside her.

Mia lay tangled in the silk sheets, completely bare, her skin still kissed with traces of whipped cream and chocolate. Her body was sated… but her mind?

It spun.

She stared at the ceiling, heart heavy with something she couldn’t name. Not shame, not guilt… but something colder. Something older.

Aryan reached over and brushed her hair off her face. “You’re thinking too much.”

Her throat tightened. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Be honest.”

Silence. Then, softly:

“I don’t know how to be this close to someone and not be scared.”

His hand stilled.

She turned her head, eyes glassy. “Everyone I’ve ever let in—left. Or changed. Or used me.”

Aryan sat up, one hand on her bare belly, grounding her. “And you think I’m going to do the same?”

“I think I’ll ruin this somehow,” she whispered. “I’ll do something wrong… and you’ll pull away.”

His gaze sharpened. “Look at me.”

She did—nervously.

Aryan’s eyes were dark, but calm. Steady. “You already do things wrong, Mia. That’s what makes this work.”

Her breath caught.

“I don’t want perfection,” he continued, fingers tracing her waist. “I want submission. I want truth. I want your darkness too—not just your sweetness.”

Her lips parted. He was claiming not just her body—but her wounds.

Aryan leaned down, pressing his lips softly to her neck—his obsession spot. Then her belly. Her inner thighs. “This skin? Mine. These thoughts? Mine. Those fears?”

He kissed her heart.

“I’ll chain them for you.”

Mia’s eyes welled up. She’d never been touched like this. Owned like this. Heard like this.

He pulled her gently into his lap, letting her curl into him, naked and exposed, but safe. His hand stroked her back in slow, measured circles.

“You’ll make mistakes,” he murmured. “You’ll question me. You’ll want to run. But listen closely…”

She looked up.

“If you ever try to leave, Mia—I will come for you. I will take you back. And I will remind you exactly who you belong to.”

She shivered. “You’d chase me?”

“I’d burn cities for you.”

That night, he didn’t take her again. He just held her. Let her fall asleep against his chest with his hand resting over her heart, as if to anchor it.

And for the first time in years…

Mia dreamed without fear.

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