Page 79 of The Devil's Dilemma

I snuck my hand under his shirt, and his muscles tightened. I’d seen them once and traced each one with my fingers.

I wanted him so badly, wanted to crawl over him, wanted to carry on the kiss I’d so abruptly ended last time. Would he push me away?

Only one way to find out.

I climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. He pinned me with his gaze, the orange of his eyes glowing in the light.

He was perfect in every way. It was difficult not to see the beauty of the fallen angel he was.

Images of a ferocious, ugly devil, debunked by the man who lay beneath me. His skin was so pale and soft, no blemishes to be found. I ran a crooked finger down his cheek and, as he closed his eyes, traced the line of his mouth.

The angel mark throbbed, and a voice in my head whispered to me, insisting he was mine to take. Was that true? Why did I feel this burning fire inside? Why did I want him so much?

For a start, he needed to be naked. I was just in my underwear, but he still had his trousers and shirt on. They had to go.

I stroked down his arms and took his hands in mine, interlocking our fingers. His breath hitched. Had anyone had taken the time to do this. Despite his reputation as a seducer of men and women alike, had anyone taken the time to make love to him?

I was sure they had, but I didn’t want this to be an emotionless fuck. This meant something to me. He meant something to me. From the moment I’d seen his face, something had shifted inside me. A fierce compulsion to touch had taken over, but I’d refrained, especially after what he’d done.

But now, the fire inside needed to be quenched or stoked. I wasn’t sure which. I only knew he could do that for me.

“Do you feel it?” I asked.

“If you mean the urge to take you as mine? Then yes, I feel it too.”

My face flushed as his cock grew against mine.

I leant down and gently brushed my lips against his, his soft moans spurring me on.

With our hands still joined above his head, I nibbled and licked his jawline. He squirmed beneath me. I nuzzled the soft skin behind his ear and kissed down his neck and along his collarbone.

The shirt needed to go.

I released his hands and sat back. I stroked him beneath his T-shirt, his body quivering at my touch.

“Help me.” He sat forward, and I pulled the shirt over his head, revealing toned muscles. I threw it to the floor, my gaze never wandering from the V-line that had so tempted me before.

I traced it with my fingers, and the bulge in his trousers grew. I longed to see his cock again, feeling it sliding down my throat, cutting off my breath, and I wanted that again.

No, I wanted him inside me, filling me with his release. Only then would the intense burning be extinguished.

I shifted back a little, allowing me to undo his trousers.

“Here, let me.”

One moment I was straddling him. The next I was on my back, and Dante was naked, kneeling above me.

“How?”

“A perk of being the devil. I can shift through time and space if I so wish. This was a piece of cake.”

Oh my. His cock was a thing of beauty, and I imagined it filling me. I rolled my hips and clenched my arse as he stroked himself.

I wasn’t ready for him yet, but I would be. It had been a while since I’d had a cock up my arse, and the thought it was about to happen again excited me, but not like this. I wanted to be in control, wanted to be on top.

I sat up, my face close to his. “I like to be on top.”

“Oh, you do, do you? Well, not this time. I’m in charge.”

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