Page 47 of The Devil In Disguise

Kissing Amaris feels like taking my first breath of fresh air after having my head held underwater for so long. I’m no longer suffocating—it’s just her and I floating in the ether. I don’t ever want to come down from this all-natural high.

She yelps when I break the kiss and pick her up. Taking her to my place instead of hers, I take her all the way into my shower, careful not to slip. When I step in after her, she washes my body for me and I’m not sure how to feel. This is foreign to me; no one has ever been tender with me like she is. Being gentle has never been a strong suit for me, but I’ll try my best. When she melts against my fingertips on her scalp, a small piece of my sanity is restored.

Stepping out the shower first, I grab a towel and dry her off, then dry myself off with the other one. She dons nothing but a black shirt from my closet and it’s the sexiest outfit I’ve seen her in.

“Lay down on your stomach,” she says, pointing to the bed.

“I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be my line.”

“Have you ever gotten a massage?” She holds her hand up when I open my mouth. “Don’t make a dirty joke.”

I stifle a chuckle. “No, I haven’t.”

“Exactly, so lie down.”

“Why?”

She crosses her arms. “You don’t have to be covered in blood to have a warm bath.”

Not having anything to respond with, I relent and lie down. She climbs on top of me and straddles my thighs, rubbing lotion into my back and kneading my muscles.

This doesn’t feel sexual—it feels like a fucking slice of Heaven.

She was just supposed to be another mission. Somehow we began to coalesce, but I don’t regret it. What if I take her away from here and we never have to come back to this life? Maybe Renato has been wrong all these years. Tomorrow I need to figure out what he’s planning during the party before it’s too late.

When she’s finished she hops off me, laying in the spot next to me on the bed. “How do you feel now?”

“Like I need to worship you.” Rolling off the bed and onto my feet, I hold a finger up. “Wait here.”

When I come back into the room I have a cup with ice cubes in my hand. She sits up curiously and crawls to where I sit on the middle edge of the bed. Her eyes are fixed on the old bullet wound scar on my shoulder. It’s not the first time I’ve caught her staring at it. With a feather-light touch, she runs her hand over it.

“Take off your shirt.” My voice comes out hoarse.

Immediately, she sits back and takes off the only item of clothing she has on. Grabbing an ice cube and placing the cup on the nightstand, I hover over her and rub the ice cube over her lips, then our lips meet in a fiery kiss. I swallow her gasp when I rub the ice cube down her neck to her breast.

Moving the kiss to follow the trail of water from the ice, I make my way down to her brown areolas, teasing one with the ice cube until she’s mewling, then switching to warm up the cold bite with my tongue. Trailing the ice cube down and around her stomach heading to her thighs, I continue the same hot and cold assault. Her noises get louder when I rub the cube around her clit in slow circles, then run it through her folds and back.

Before the cube can melt, I suck it into my mouth and dive right into her pussy, feasting on her bundle of nerves like my life depends on it until she’s chanting my name like a prayer, soaking my face. When I reach for a condom, she puts her hand on mine stopping me, speaking low.

“I’m on birth control,” she blurts out. “And I’m clean…”

“I’m clean, too,” comes out before I can stop myself.

I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom, didn’t even consider it. Amaris didn’t have to tell me twice, birth control or not. In the next blink, I’m flipping her over on all fours, losing my shorts and positioning myself behind her.

Thwack.

One slap on her ass, then I rub and kiss the warm spot.

“You love driving me crazy, don’t you?”

My hands roam over her voluptuous body, momentarily captivated by her back tattoo. This is the first time I’ve been able to really see the whole thing. It’s an intricate, blue dragon making its way up her spine with a set of long wings, flying towards the moon. Running my finger down her spine, I palm her ass cheek.

“Impatient, are we?” I tsk when she tries to wiggle her hips onto me.

“Shut up and fuck me, Kylo.”

Pushing two fingers in, her breath hitches and when she whimpers I lean next to her ear. “Ask nicely.”

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