“’Karamel Sutra’? You’re kidding me.”  

Spike gave her a seductively smug grin, digging the spoon into the tub and extracting a generous dollop.

“Okay…” she opened her mouth wide to receive it. He moved closer, teasing her, keeping the spoon just out of reach.

She was so naïve to think that he was offering it to her to eat.

Drip.

Ice cream and a cool mouth against a pert nipple.

Drip. Drip.

A caramel pool in her navel. Licked away.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Smoosh.

A wicked tongue against a labia swollen and taut. A cold clit throbbing with need.

Ecstasy.