Page 16 of Dangerous Devotion

I’m not exaggerating when I say it feels like I was zapped with the paddles that doctors use to restart the human heart. My eyes drop shut as I try to contain the intensity of this feeling but flashes of purple and silver spark behind my lids. My fingers close around her wrists, pinning her hands to my chest. When I open my eyes, she’s there, her forehead against mine, eyes blinking fast. She felt it too, whatever charge passed between us. I move just a little, tilt my head and lock my lips with hers.

We breathe together, joined that way, lips clinging to one another, the closeness stirring something in my chest. I’m holding her palms flat to my chest, lips pressed to hers, and we are motionless, sealed together in a way that feels powerful and fragile at the same time. I release her wrists to wrap my arms around her, hold her there on top of me as I deepen the kiss. A steamy, slow kiss that puts me back on solid ground.

This is going to be so good, or it’s going to be the death of me. I roll her onto her back, press her down into the mattress with my body. She nips at my lips, sexy as hell, and before I can decide about position, pacing, or even find a condom in my bedside table, something overtakes me.

I’ve ripped her panties away, barely had time to unzip my own pants. I drive my throbbing hard cock into her dripping pussy. She lets me take her raw and real and so slick and hot that I’m losing my control. The incredible wet heat of her is like a fist wrapped around my cock, the cling of her softness to my length. She feels so tight it’s like a velvety flame closes around me.

I thrust deeper, a rhythm that comes from us both. She doesn’t object to being taken raw, without warning. Her legs wrap around my hips, urging me on. She grabs my ass, tugging me closer until I am into the hilt. I stay still a moment once I stuff her, slickness coating me. I can barely get a breath from the clench of her sex around me.

I want to stay in this pulsating, breathless moment between heartbeats when I’m joined with Serena. She tilts her hips to grind against me, rolls her hips as if she’s trying to stir my dick inside her tight little passage. I groan out loud, curse, want her to do it again but also want to pound her, to withdraw and push back inside her, feel that heat envelop me again. She surges upward, her mouth on mine.

“Please, Jack,” she says on my lips before she opens for my tongue. I pull out suddenly, then plunge back in with a fierce thrust, the impact scooting her up the mattress. I see her head go back, her hand grab at the sheets to hold on. Her body goes stiff, she whispers, “more.”

“Greedy girl,” I growl at her, nip her neck. I withdraw with painstaking slowness, tormenting her with the drag of my cock on her sensitive flesh.

I lift her hips and hold her, guide my cock into her, angle my pelvis and go so deep that I almost black out. She grabs for my face, the way her eyes fly open to look at me, it’s my undoing. As much as I want to wait until I’ve made her come, see the small oh of her lips, the arch of her back as she takes all of me in, the way my name comes from her in the sharpest, most desperate voice I’ve ever heard from her—all of it undoes me.

My hot spurts fill her until I feel it spill out onto her thighs while I thrust in and out. I come like I’ve had lightning strike my spine, with a roar and a shudder, the first hot lash of my seed shoots deep in her pussy and she convulses around me. The strength of her inner muscles milks me until I’m spent, all the while her shriek of completion tapers off into a keening, the nails of the hand she has on my ass score my skin. Her slick body tremors around my shaft. I kiss her lips again, softer this time. Our legs are still tangled together, her hand on my ass flexing as if to stop me from escaping.

“Serena,” I say, “That was incredible.”

“It doesn’t usually happen for me,” she admits, shellshocked.

“You’ve never—” I stop myself. This is going to go to my head, I can tell.

“I don’t want to feed your ego,” she says with a laugh.

We go all night. There’s no other way to describe it. I was worried about being obsessed with her. It’s too late for that. I’m not sure I stop fucking her for more than an hour all night. We don’t sleep. We taste each other, joined together again and again.

At five in the morning, I lay there with Serena draped across my chest, both of us exhausted and breathless. My hand cups her head, her cheek against my heart. She may be asleep, I think, and reach over to grab the sheet. I pull it over her, over us both. She nestles into my chest with a small sigh.

The next thing I know, she’s pinching my nipple, kissing my chest. My arms go around her and I slide her down my torso a little. Her legs spread. We both gasp when we feel the head of my cock kiss the damp lips of her sex. She raises up, knees on either side of me, and I guide her down my thick shaft. She tilts her hips forward and opens for me. She slides down my length until we’re joined completely. Her hand goes to her belly, slides down slowly.

She meets my eyes with wonder. “I can feel you,” she says. “I’m so full I couldn’t take another inch—” she breaks off when I pump into her, grinding her against my pelvic bone. I see the spike of pleasure roll through her. I reach between us to touch her clit.

“I can’t believe this,” she sobs, and my mouth is on hers again because I can’t stop kissing her while she comes.

I try to stop, thinking a little break would be good for us. She rolls away from me, seems to get comfortable on a pillow and then sits up to check the time. I hear her groan when she looks at the clock. It’s six in the morning, but we haven’t slept.

“We’ll be exhausted,” she says. “We should sleep.”

“Come here,” I say, and open my arms.

Serena hesitates for a second before she stretches out beside me with my arm around her. She nudges my cheek with the tip of her nose so she can burrow in and rest her head on my shoulder.

I can feel her heart thump steady against my side, and I feel it in my rib cage. When I shut my eyes, every cell in my body seems to focus on that spot, to absorb the warmth of her, the way her breath stirs against my skin while her heartbeat may as well be an entire percussion section set up in my master bedroom for the way it seems to reverberate through my entire body.

I hug her closer to me, my arm tightening in what feels like a protective embrace. I have never held a woman after sex, never let them sleep over either. I take a woman to a hotel or go to her place. I don’t invite lovers into my home. Part of the reason for that is the intense security and privacy my business demands. The rest of the reason is probably something to do with trust and a screwed-up childhood. Only a handful of people know where I live.

It’s like I’ve had a small stroke or something, a case of terribly impaired judgement. I am breaking a sweat lying here holding Serena in my arms. I’m not sure if it’s the strangeness of sharing a bed or if it’s some kind of Edgar Allen Poe shit about her heartbeat. She’s too close, and it’s making me hot and I need to turn on the goddam air conditioning in this place.

I sit up and put my feet on the floor. A hand, small and insistent, presses to my spine.

“Hey,” she says. “You okay there, Jack?”

Her voice is sleepy but sounds full of concern. I look over my shoulder at her and let out a breath I had been holding.

“I’m not really tired.”

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