"You smell like my favorite dessert, Rose."
Not jumping in fright wasn't as difficult as one would've thought. In fact, she felt a thrill at his words. She didn't even think to question the fact that he had moved inhumanly fast to appear directly behind her. "Okay, okay. You've already established you're not human."
He chuckled, the sound making her feel more aroused by the second. "I just love the way you're completely unbothered by that." Without a warning, he grabbed her arms from behind and moved his big, warm palms up her now burning skin.
"You're burning up, Rose." He whispered into her hair. She gasped softly as he gripped her barrette with his teeth and pulled it off. Her long, chocolate brown hair cascaded to her hips, blanketing her. His breath on her neck sent delicious tickles down her body, "Your skin is so hot I could melt chocolate on it." His fingers drummed around her torso as he murmured his next promise, "...and then lick it off."
The possibility made her mad with anticipation. Do it! she screamed in her head. But she knew better than to rush him. You should never rush a chocolatier. And she was his tempered chocolate to shape, mold, and carve. A skilled chocolatier could create masterpieces out of unrefined cacao beans.
"Is that what you want, Rose? Do you want me to turn you into a masterpiece?" Her apron pooled around her feet as his nimble fingers started to unbutton her shirt. She sighed, lost in sensations. "Do you want to be my tempered chocolate..." Her shirt disappeared and his fingers traced her bra temptingly. "...for me to shape, mold.... and carve?" With each word, his lips fluttered along the line of her neck.
"Yes.." Rose breathed, "Please..."
In a blink, she was flat on her back, on her workstation, fully naked and her wrists bound above her head. The world was shrouded in darkness. Or it was the silk cloth that covered her eyes.