Crushing and melting the chocolate between his fingers, Varg let it seep downward, over his flawless abs and toward his groin. The dark, sticky liquid melted with the heat of his taut skin, flowing down the V-line just above his hardened manhood to the edge of the dark hair at his loins. The sight was so raw, so inviting, that the power of pleasure in my mind began to howl like a hungry wolf.
Without taking my eyes off him, I knelt on the bed. As the torn pieces of my nightgown fell from my shoulders, I leaned between his legs as if in prayer. The scent of chocolate collided with his masculinity, which reeked of sweat and blood.
"I want everything that is yours," I whispered, my lips mere millimeters away from the warm, melted chocolate on his groin. "Your pain, your power... and this sweet poison."
