Julia
Wearing only the robe with the hotel's monogram and sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, I reached for a piece of cheese from the tray filled with meats, cheeses, crackers, and jams. Before I had the chance to bring it to my lips, Van stole it from my grasp. His long fingers held tightly to the slice as he demanded my compliance.
“Open those luscious lips."
Despite the earlier s*x, the timbre of his tone, mixed with his intense stare, created a delectable concoction that twisted my core and made me want more of what we'd already done. Instead of replying verbally, I did as he said, opening my lips and accepting the creamy cheese.
There was no concern that we would go hungry. I hadn't heard or seen when Van ordered our meal, but I was present when it arrived. One hote
