Chapter 17：Mint Chocolate Chip

I snuggled onto the seat as he laid me down and after fastening my seat belt he walked over the other side of car and slid onto the driver seat. Car came back to life as he twisted the keys, and giving me a soft glance he let the car run till the bright lightening of club disappeared.

My throat was burning from the liquor that I'd consumed awhile ago and everything around me was spinning like a whirlwind.

I need to drink or eat something cold that may help to relieve the burning sensation inside of my throat.

"Sorry?" He glanced at me for a moment before returning the gaze on the road.

I coughed and gently rubbed my throat so I could speak clearly. "Ice....cream."

His soul penetrating gaze drifted to me and he barked, "No! Your little cylindrical throat is still burning since you being Wonder Woman and gulped the whole content. I don't want to make the situation worse.

So—" he said with amusement in his eyes, "—no ice cream."

Pouting my lips I unbuckled myself with my trembling fingers and crawled over onto his lap that made him stiffened. "Go back to your seat, Flora. You're disturbing me."

"I want ice cream!" I demanded straddling over his lap, arms around his neck.

His eyes that were before on the road now drifted to my face....then my lips—he licked his lips before his hungry eyes further drifted down to my neck and didn't stop until they reached to my puffy breast. He gulped.

"Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!" I bounced over his lap that made him moan softly.

"Okay! Okay!" He said, "I'll get you ice cream, but you just stop....please."

I didn't get what made him agreed so suddenly. It was quite a surprise you know, Roman Hashking didn't duck my request. How amazing.

"Aren't you sleep in a coffin?" I quizzed as I remembered he's a vampire and vampires do sleep in coffins.

"No!" He said stern as he looked over my shoulder. "What made you think that I sleep in a coffin."

" 'Cause vampires do sleep in a coffin. I read in books."

The corner of his mouth lifted up as he said in a low and husky voice, "Have you ever read about vampire sex?"

I chewed on my bottom lip as I realised what he had meant. I blushed remembering the conversation that had happened back between me and Freya about consummation.

The temperature suddenly rises making both of us uncomfortable and I'm still sitting over his lap feeling the bulge under his pants.

"Do you know that Pandas only mate once a year?" I blurted out to change the topic, but Immediately chewed my cheek as I realised what I'd just said.

"I'm not a panda, darling." He smirked, his voice deep and eyes clouded with desire, "—but If I were, I'd want a partner who possessed the same passion as mine and I wouldn't let her sleep for a second, I would want her, all of her. I want to bury myself inside her, deep inside her. I want her to tell me when she's going to cum, hear her moan my name and fuck her harder."

My heart was hammering loudly against my chest and suddenly my imagination went dirty as I memorised the last night how his hard naked body grinding over my delicate one.

I gulped.

Something flickered in his eyes as he looked up at me and immediately disappeared when he averted his gaze to look over my shoulder.

"We're here." He announced as the car halted, and I glanced around and wondered to see an ice cream parlor which was still opened at midnight.

"Which flavour?"

I gulped again.

Why's today my imagination coming out from gutter?

"M...Mint ch...chocolate chip." I stuttered while his gray eyes were beaming with a mischievous glint.

"Good taste." He smirked as he gently lays me on the passenger seat and I immediately felt bad as I lose the warmth of his body.

"I hope one day you'll try my flavour too."

And with that, he hopped out of the car leaving me behind with my still hammering heart.