Page 25 of Devil's Bride

“Good, so I have no reason to want to escape unless you choose to keep me as one.” She bites her lip as our eyes meet. Pink blooms on her cheeks. “Do you usually come home this early?”

“No, I come home whenever I want to.” I don’t tell her I’m home because I missed her. I try to unbutton my shirt, but for some reason, my fingers don’t seem to be working properly.

I’m surprised when she steps forward, pressing herself up on her toes and reaches for the first button. She smells like vanilla and strawberry, soft and delicious enough to make me salivate. Her hand brushes against my chest as she tugs on the button and heat flares to life in my veins.

I grab her hand and lower my head to look into her eyes. She stiffens, her breath louder and faster than usual. She looks so delicate and innocent.

“Don’t do that,” I force myself to say. I’m struggling not to think of last night and all the ways I still want to fuck her.

Her throat moves as she swallows. “What did I do wrong?”

Everything. She shouldn’t be this beautiful and tempting. Her movements shouldn’t be as seductive as they are either. I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get my thirst for her under control.

I cup her cheeks, tilting her face and licking my lips at the sight of her bare throat. “Everything you do is wrong, malyshka. Every. Fucking. Thing.”

She flattens her palms on my chest and the tips of her fingers rub against my nipples. I grunt, my cock pulsating at the feeling of her hands. One of those hands slides down to my cock and she grabs it. “You’re hard. Do you want to fuck me?”

I smirk. I recognize the glint in her eyes as mischief. She’s playing games with me, teasing me. I’ll make sure she regrets it when I pin her to the bed and spank her later, for now, I’ll just play along. “There isn’t a time when I’m around you that I don’t want to fuck you, Irina.”

She flushes, but she doesn’t back down. “I know you want to do a lot of crazy things to me.”

I inch closer, and our bodies are only a whisper apart. “You have no idea, malyshka.”

“Show me.” She tightens her grip on my erection. “I want you to do all of those things to me now.”

A smirk plays on my lips. I curl my arm around her waist and haul her closer. Her soft body collides against the hardness of mine, my cock presses against her abdomen and a moan escapes her lips.

“Are you sure you won’t regret this?” I whisper, my voice hoarse.

Her tongue darts out of her mouth and swipes over her lips. It’s fucking seductive. Now I want to kiss her too. “After last night, I don’t think there’s anything you’d do that I’ll regret.”

Her words sound like music to my ears. I spin her to the glass wall, pinning her hands above her head and parting her legs with mine. My fingers trail down her shirt and into her sweatpants. She squirms, panting with anticipation.

I bring my hand to a stop when I reach the wetness between her thighs. “You’ve made a mess of yourself, malyshka.”

Her hips jerk, her body begging for more than a slight touch. “That happens when I’m desperate for something.”

I kiss her neck, nibble at the delicate skin. She cries out, her voice filled with pleasure.

“What are you desperate for, malyshka?”

“You.”

“I like that answer.” I circle my finger around her clit, teasing it and relish in the way her body writhes in response. Her moans fill my brain, her scent fills my nose. I’m intoxicated by this woman, every fiber of my being wants to feel and explore her.

I drop to my knees, drag down her pants, and splay her legs.

“What are you doing?” she asks, a tinge of panic in her voice.

“Eating you.” My tongue swipes over her folds. She jerks, gripping my hair for support. She tastes so fucking delicious and I’m fucking starving.

My tongue presses firmly on her clitoris and she moans, the sound so soft and heart melting that I’d eat her all afternoon if it meant I’d get to hear more of it.

I don’t break eye contact with her for a second. I want to see every expression on her face and take in the small noises she makes when I fuck her with my tongue.

She bites her lip, unsure of what to do. Her body trembles, and she nearly screams at the sensation. I can see the desire in her eyes, and I can't help but smile.

I lick her again, this time more tenderly. She melts into me, her body completely surrendering to me. I groan, my voice muffled between her thighs. I can feel her heat seeping into me, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume us both.

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