"I love you… you know that, right, Hailey?" Christian murmured, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
I simply nodded, still pleasantly dazed from the incredible sex we'd just had. He chuckled, clearly enjoying my state. "So, I guess I did good, huh?" he smirked, that familiar glint in his blue and hazel eyes. I playfully punched his arm, scoffing. "It was… fine," I said, pointedly looking away.
"Uh huh. Right…" he said, grinning. He kissed the sensitive spot on my neck, sending a shiver through me, then got up, pulling on his sweats and a shirt. "Where are you going?" I asked, snuggling deeper into the blankets, suddenly feeling the chill of the air.
"Don't you want breakfast?" he teased, and I couldn't help but glare. "Tch. Yes…" I said, rolling my eyes. "Drop the attitude, Hailey," he said sternly, but I could see the smirk dancing on his lips.
"What attitude?" I asked innocently, rolling my eyes again. This time, his playful expression vanished. He walked back to the bed, and before I could react, he had my throat gently in his hand.
"Lose the attitude before I fuck it out of you, now," he said, his voice low and dangerous. I swear his eyes darkened, the blue deepening to a stormy shade. My breath hitched, caught in my throat, and I nodded quickly, feeling my cheeks heat up not just from arousal, but from a thrill of fear.
He knew exactly how to test me, knew where my limits were, and he was pushing them, deliberately. The darkness, the possessiveness, it was a side of Christian that always took my breath away. It was intoxicating, especially knowing that layered beneath it was a genuine, tender affection. It was like holding fire in your hands, thrilling and dangerous.
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering in my chest. "Okay," I managed to squeak out, the word barely audible.
He released my throat instantly, his expression softening. The darkness seemed to recede from his eyes, leaving behind the playful smirk once more. "That's my girl," he said, and with a final wink, he turned and headed toward the kitchen.