Iris had returned home late to her anxious boyfriend, who had fallen to the ground with the belief that she did not care for him, for she did not care about the food he had cooked for her.
She knew Jasper expressed his love through food, so when he rejected her warmth, she returned his affection in the only way she knew how. She turned him into a cuisine and tasted him all night.
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"Why don't you believe me?" She questioned with a bruised tone, her throat producing the lowest note. His eyes lazily fell to the ground, his chest pumping heavy air to suppress the euphoria her tongue left in his mouth.
A moment of mere silence apart from their breaths. Then her fingers tightened around his jaw and elevated his eyes to hers. "What must I do?" She demanded as her fingers began toying with a piece of pasta.
A tingling sensation spread through his body, and his eyes fluttered ever so slowly. His lips remained sealed and his body stood inches away until she forced his mouth open with a thumb.
Not to speak, but to place the half end of the pasta between his lips. His eyebrows furrowed, his eyes perplexed. She remained still, admiring the unease on his face, and bit off the end of that pasta, grinning.
He watched her chew, her eyes gleaming, and lick her fingers clean, while he swallowed the other end without chewing properly. "Mmm," she murmured, "I can't decide if it's tasty because you cooked it or because of your sweet lips."
He looked everywhere, where her eyes wouldn't reach his, and clenched his jaw, trying to sustain his grumbling stomach. "You can heat it for me once I'm done with you," she purred, a dangerous glint in her eyes, and with a swift, almost predatory motion, pushed him against the counter, beside the refrigerator.
He gasped, clutching the countertop for support, his heart pounding against his ribs like a trapped bird, and looked at her, paralyzed. She smirked and moved with a chilling grace, stripping him of his shirt as easily as she might peel fruit.
She pulled a cake platter from the refrigerator and placed it on the countertop, a low growl rumbling in her chest. "You only believe in my love when I enjoy your food, right? So I'll eat. I'll eat and fill not only my stomach but yours as well."
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