Page 73 of Unbroken

Devon brushed my hair behind my shoulders and leaned in. “Of course you aren’t,” he said, like it was absurd to even suggest. “You’re my little warrior.”

THIRTY-TWO

Devon

Blakely visibly reactedto the pet name. Her eyes shuddered, and the sweetest smile parted her lips.

With every second that passed, I wanted her more. I wanted to touch and tease and lick and kiss every inch of her body. If she thought I was going to be sweet, I’d make it my mission to prove her wrong.

Although her panic attack in the pantry made me consider pumping the brakes, Blakely obviously didn’t want that. She wasn’t broken. She couldn’t be broken.

But the fact that she felt the need to tell me that, to clarify she wasn’t, was nearly enough to breakme.

Sealing my mouth over hers, she immediately slipped her tongue past my lips. In the handful of kisses we’d shared, I’d learned that Blakely gave as good as she got. She nipped at my bottom lip and rolled her tongue against mine. I devoured every little sound she made.

I ran my hands down her sides, over the curve of her tits and her hips, until I found the hem of her oversized T-shirt. Dipping beneath it, I wrapped my palms around the smallestpart of her waist and reveled in the softness of her skin. My hands moved higher as hers found their way to my hair, which was just long enough for her to run her fingers through and tug.

A low groan ripped through me at the bite of pain, followed by the scrape of her nails against my scalp. My cock was angrily hard and throbbing in my thin sweatpants. Another one of those sweet little sounds from her lips, and I was going to come in my pants.

I caressed the underside of her breasts, and she gasped against my lips. Craving her reactions, I leaned back and watched her face as I brushed her nipples. But it was my reaction that was worth seeing.

A devious smirk tilted her lips, and my jaw dropped. Impatiently, I tugged her shirt up and eyed the twin barbell piercings through both of her nipples. My head tilted back, and I took a second to gather myself as I stared at the ceiling.

This woman was my fucking dream.

With a deep breath, I still didn’t feel like I was in control when I looked back at her. But I wasn’t going to deny either of us another second. In one swift motion, I tugged her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor next to us. My hands immediately cupped her tits, and my thumbs circled her nipples, toying with the piercings and loving the cool metal compared to her warm skin.

Unable to help myself, I leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. Blakely braced her hands on my shoulders as I flicked the piercing with my tongue. I switched to the other nipple and did the same thing. Circling the sensitive peak a few times, I bit down with the barest pressure and then sucked it.Hard.

“Devon, that feels so good, but you are teasing the shit out of me,” she groaned, squeezing my shoulders like she was hanging on for dear life.

“Would you like my mouth elsewhere?” I muttered againsther skin. I was unwilling to give up teasing her unless she told me exactly what she wanted.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her nod her head. Standing, I replaced my mouth on her nipple with my finger and took in her gloriously naked body. I smoothed a hand down the floral tattoo that ran from beneath her arm down over her right side, stopping just to the right of her belly button. Besides the snake on her arm, her other tattoos were smaller. She had a heart on her hip that I could only see because her shorts hung low, and there was a script running down her other side. She’d had it for a while, and I knew it was a quote from one of her favorite songs. In a thin, delicate font, it read,I’m in love with how your soul’s a mix of chaos and art.

And it was. Her soul was the most chaotically beautiful wonder.

“Where would you like my mouth, Blake?”

She hummed and ran her hand down my arm, using the other to push her shorts down. Oh so fucking slowly, she wedged her fingers under the waistband and shimmied them down her hips. The entire time, she held my stare, taunting me with a hungry look in her eyes. Not until I heard the softest brush of her shorts on the ground did I let my eyes fall.

They trailed down her body and paused at the apex of her thighs. Where I knew fucking heaven awaited me. There was zero hesitation as I dropped to my knees on the wood floor and held her against the door.

Eye-level with her pussy, I tried to ignore the neat strip of dark hair and the bare lips I could see peeking out from her slightly parted thighs and instead kissed her hip where the flowers ended.

“Do you want my mouth here?” She shook her head and watched me intently. I moved to the other hip, leaving small kisses across her lower stomach. “What about here?”

Another shake of her head was followed by a small thrust of her hips. I chuckled and shifted lower to each of her legs. Iplaced an open-mouth kiss on a skull tattooed on her right thigh and kissed everywhere except exactly where she wanted me. I asked the same question with every brush of my lips, and each shake of her head grew more urgent and angry.

Finally, done teasing both of us, I picked up her left leg and draped it over my shoulder. I tapped the inside of her other leg, and she immediately moved it outward spreading herself even wider for me.

The first swipe of my fingers down her center had her hips bucking to meet my touch, and a deep, possessive growl ripped through my chest. She was wet and smelled so fucking sweet. I leaned forward and inhaled deeply as I swiped my tongue over her swollen clit.

Then I ate her like a man starving.

“Yes, Devon. Oh my god,” she cried out into the quiet room, and I couldn’t care if anyone else could hear us. With her taste on my tongue, there wasn’t anything else in the world.

My hands palmed her ass, tilting her hips forward so I could easily access her entire pussy. I licked from her opening to her clit again and again in taunting endless motions until I learned what she liked. I paused over her clit, using the tip of my tongue to massage the needy spot until her hand dove into my hair and her other landed on the doorknob by her hip for support.

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