Adrian Chase doesn't go a single day without thinking about the way you taste. He doesn't even like to remember that there was ever a time when he hadn't experienced it. What's more, he absolutely can’t comprehend that absolutely no one else has ever had the great pleasure of experiencing the world's most delectable delicacy: you.

He hasn't always been a fiend, though. It all started on a Saturday night in mid August. It was fairly early in your relationship, and you were doing what you do most nights with him, which is turn on a random movie and snuggle up on the couch with absolutely no space between your bodies.

Just the way he likes it.

That night, you were ultra-focused on the rom-com playing on your TV, trying to ignore Adrian's fingers drawing delicate shapes on your lower torso. The quiet intimacy of spooning on the couch so casually was, unfortunately, really getting him going. But he couldn't possibly let himself seem desperate in front of him. Just in case it freaked you out. So he hid it. Until he couldn’t.

A little kiss wouldn't hurt, though, right?

He craned his neck backwards to place a little kiss to the side of your jaw. You reacted immediately, of course, and he was suddenly under the scrutiny of your gorgeous eyes, asking him if something was wrong.

Wrong. You thought something was wrong. Oh, for fuck's sake. He couldn't have felt more right if he was chainsawing through a manically sentient butterfly-controlled gorilla.

"No, no. Nothing wrong. Just like kissing you," he murmured. You sent a small smile his way, and then tried to re-focus on whatever the hell was happening on the TV screen. It was too late, though, because Adrian was already zeroed in on your face.

As usual, his self restraint with you was very thin, and his lips met your cheek again. Your jaw was next, then your neck.

"Would you turn that off?" He whined into your ear, half-heartedly gesturing at the TV remote.