Dreadful Desire

Chapter 21

The Salmon is remarkable, cooked to perfection, not dehydrated at all and a hint of sweet. "What is that sweet taste in the Salmon?" I inquire as I place another scrumptious bite in my mouth. 

Axle chuckles replying, "Honey," licking his lips focused on mine. Surprised, I repeat, "Honey," with raised eyebrows and a tilted head. He smirks, "Yes, it's the only ingredient I use." I give my acknowledgement with a bob, continuing my enjoyment of the flavorsome food.

I notice Axles orbs piercing mine as I devour the flavorsome food before me. My eyes widen, anxiety rips through me, oh no, do I have food on my face, I rush for the napkin on my lap to wipe the edges of my mouth. 

I hear the throaty chuckle next to me, embarrassment engulfing my face. A ask bashfully, "What? Do I have something on my face? Or food stuck in my teeth." My eyebrows gather, hope sores high that his response will be no.

His eyes just stare into mine, warmth seeps through my body encapsulating the excitement his enticing stare bestows upon me. "No, nothing like that," he says in a low, husky voice. "You were dancing and letting out a low moan as you ate," his mouth curls while his body releases slight convulsions with no sound. 

My caramel eyes widen, darting to the floor, feeling humiliated at my unconscious display of pleasure. "No, don't do that. It's actually really adorable. I've never seen anyone do that before. It's a ... 'Chloe thing.' I rather enjoyed it. It let's me know you really savor my cooking." His words relieve my distress as I settle back in my chair.

My orbs move from the floor to meet his, content he enjoys my quirks, not finding them repulsive, a smile spreads across my face, "The craziest thing about it, is I don't even know I do it, it's completely unconscious, it doesn't register until someone brings it to my attention," I giggle into my hand. 

He gazes at me while he snickers, we continue our consumption of the delectable food, engaging in normal conversation. I rise from my seat once we have concluded with our meal, grabbing the plates in an attempt to take them to the kitchen. 

He stands instantly, causing my body to hop back, grasping my wrist, setting off the fireworks in my core, I close my eyes relishing the skin on skin contact. "What are you doing?" His voice is gruff, laced with curiosity. 

"Just as we did in my apartment ... you cook, I clean." A striking grin materializes across his face, "Thank you, but not tonight Chloe, leave them here, we have much more important things to discuss." I peer into his now smokey eyes, nodding, placing the plates back on the table. 

He gestures for me to walk in front of him. My vixen jumps into gear, we shift our hips from side to side to grab his attention, knowing full well we have accomplished our goal when he releases a low guttural growl. She giggles as we reach the living room, "You're house is amazing Axle, the view from these windows is breathtaking." I gawk in awe out of the windows. 

"My view is so much better," his deep, throaty voice compels me to look over my shoulder, catching him peer at my voluptuous ass. I blush at his actions as my vixen pokes her ass out more for him to "get a better view." 

He stretches his twitching hand out to the sofa, gesturing for me to sit, I oblige, taking my seat, he takes his seat across from me. We both just stare at each other for a moment too long, gathering in the seriousness of the conversation ahead. 

He breaks the deafening silence, "Chloe, my lifestyle is different from most. I like things to be a little more ... exciting ... if you will." 

Feeling anxious, fingers fidgeting, my legs commences to bounce, I want him to get to the point, unable to wait, I blurt out, "Axle please just say what is it so we can get this over with." I plead craving to have everything exposed.