Page 69 of Wicked Devotions

“Everywhere. I want your mouth everywhere.”

His brows raise, but he doesn’t question me further. As soon as I feel the wet heat of his tongue on my clit, a fire builds in my center. He teases and circles my tiny bundle of nerves right to the edge.Then he kisses and licks his way down my slit to my opening. His thumb circles my clit while he thrusts his tongue in and out of me.

The second he pinches my clit, I explode with wave after wave of white hot pleasure. He kisses and licks and caresses me through each tremor until I feel him press a kiss to a place I never thought I’d feel lips touch. I freeze at the foreign but surprisingly hot sensation. The touch of his tongue to my tight ring is too much though, and I jerk away.

“I didn’t know you had it in you to be a dirty girl, Angel.”

Declan prowls up my body, my tender flesh already primed for more. I gasp at the first press of his hard length against my center. My hips lift off the bed seeking him out.

“I’m going to go slow, tell me to stop if it hurts too much.” He notches himself at my entrance. “Take a breath.”

As soon as I exhale, he presses inside. His eyes are locked on my face as he slides in further; I’m so wet, there’s no resistance. A vein throbs in his forehead as he holds himself back from taking me harder.

“I’m good. You can move faster.”

“Thank fuck,” he groans.

He pulls nearly out and then glides back in a little faster than last time. As I grow accustomed to the feel of stretching around him, I bend my knees and drop them enabling him to slide that much deeper inside me. As his pace quickens, pleasure builds inside me. The sound of him smacking against me fills the silence around us.

I need more, so I wrap my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his firm backside. He reaches between us and pinches my clit again, detonating another orgasm with effortless precision. Within seconds of my walls squeezing his length, I feel him jerk inside me. The heat from his release fills me as he drops on top of me, his heartbeat racing in time with my own.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

EMERSON

Iclose the door behind us as Cy, and I walk into my bedroom. Uncertainty hangs in the air between us as we look at each other. Years of friendship could be on the line depending on how this conversation goes because once I lay everything out, he has the power to break me.

“Who’s going first?” He runs the barbell of his tongue piercing over his lip as his gaze darts to me and quickly away.

I huff outa laugh. “I’m scared.”

“Me, too.” But his hand slides over mine and squeezes hesitantly.

We usually come together in a potent clash of blood, pain, and adrenaline. Our shared moments are fueled by his need for violence and my ability to give him what he needs. I’m strong enough to stand in the eye of his storm without breaking.

The longer we stand here in silence, the harder it’ll be to rip the band aid off. “I have feelings for you. I’ve had them for a while.”

His eyebrows lift to his hairline. “How long?”

“Years.”

“Before anything happened between us?”

“Yes.”

“Why haven’t you said anything before?”

I shrug. “I didn’t want to fuck anything up. It seemed like what we were doing was what you needed.”

“What do you need?” he asks.

“I don’t know.”

“Bullshit. You know everything.” He steps into my space, looking up at me with a challenge lighting his eyes. “You’re just too scared to say it.”

“What about you?” I step up to him. “Are you ready to hear what I want? What I need? Or are you going to run as soon as it feels too real, too heavy?”

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