Page 71 of Diamond In The Rough

I spy her bare chest and peaked nipples. So I take one between my lips, and grin when her words stop with a sharp intake of air. “Duly warned. I made a promise to not hurt you again.”

“And now we both get to see what kind of man you are beneath the talk.”

She arches her back, feeding her breast into my mouth. She wants my lips on her flesh. My teeth, biting at her skin. “Do you make promises, purely to hear yourself speak? Or are you a man of your word?”

“I’m a man whose word matters…” I bite down on her nipple and thrill in her groan, “when the person I’m conversing with matters.”

“Sounds like a cute way to skirt accountability and lie when it’s convenient.”

I release her breast and grab her hips instead. Then, flipping to my back, I bring her up and set her on my lap.

Her fiery pussy hovers over my hungry cock. Her body, bare and beautiful, presented to me in the most delicious way.

She panics for a beat, glancing down at where we could connect. Then she brings her eyes to me in search. “Micah…”

“I don’t have any more condoms.” I cup her tit in my left hand and hate how my missing digit stands out in direct contrast to her perfect skin. The brutish stitching, given under unfavorable circumstances. My imperfection, gaudy and blatant in comparison to her pure beauty.

But I steal my focus from what was done to me, and instead, drag my eyes up her long, delicate throat. Along her proud jaw and pointed nose. Finally, I stop on her blistering eyes, and grin. “But I made a promise not to hurt you. This is included in that.”

“No harm?”

“Not now. Not in the future. And not via an STD.”

Her eyes shutter, flashing from wariness to something else… something akin to desperation and acceptance. But she pushes up to her knees and creates a gap between her core and mine. “Help me. And don’t pull me down till I’m ready.”

“Set your hands on my chest and move at your own pace.” I hold her hips and take her weight, lining her up over my cock, and growl when she begins to lower herself down.

Her pussy is hotter than Hades, and when she touches my bare cock, no barrier between us, a desperate moan vibrates at the back of my throat. “Fuckkkkkk, Tiia.”

“I like it when you say that other word.” She lowers all the way, swallowing me up and dropping her head back. “Grah.”

“Grá.” I push up and take her breast between my lips. “You like that one?”

“It sounds nice.” She twines her fingers in the hair at the back of my head and rolls against my hips. Panting, she mewls. “What does it mean?”

“It means beautiful.” I promised not to hurt her. But I never said anything about telling the bald truth. So I drag her against my body and slide my tongue along her delicate neck. “It means you’re the most beautiful fucking creature I’ve ever met.”

“All that in one word?” She rolls her hips, fluid and delicious, and so fucking tight, she threatens to choke me to death. But I would die a happy man. “Grá.”

“Grá mo Chroí.” I flip us over and crush her to the mattress, taking her lips with mine and devouring. “Chroí means creature.” I charge forward and fill her up, sucking her exhaled air into the depths of my lungs and savoring the woman she is.

It might not last.

We’ve been doomed from the start.

But I intend to enjoy what we have, for as long as we have it.

Pleasure drags us toward the ledge of ecstasy as she drops her head back and blindly stares at the wall behind her bed. The veins in her neck stand proud, and her mouth falls open, a silent scream holding her captive.

She’s a succubus, sent straight from Hell to eat me up and destroy the very essence of who I always thought I would be.

I had a mission in this life. A goal. I was born for one very specific reason.

But now I only see her.

Fuck.

“Tiia…”

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