Page 57 of Dangerous Devotion

He thrust his finger deeper into my ass, then, when he pulled his finger out, tilted his hips and forced his whole length inside of me, burying himself to the tilt.

I gasped, and my pussy and ass twitched simultaneously.

And then he took my clit between his fingers and squeezed.

“Oh!” I moaned, my back arching instinctively. The combination of his hand on my clit and the sensation of both his finger and cock inside me was driving me there at record speed.

“That’s it,” he growled in my ear, his voice low and thick with lust. “Come for me, Little One.”

A bolt of electric pleasure shot through me.

He moved his finger in my ass slowly but pounded his cock into my pussy with a relentless rhythm.

I was drowning, struggling to keep my head above the waves of pleasure that threatened to pull me under.

With every thrust, with every squeeze of his fingers, I was coming a little bit more undone. My body quivered on the brink of ecstasy, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation.

“Vince…” I barely managed to gasp out his name.

He grunted in response. His thrusts became more urgent, and he matched the rhythm with the finger in my ass. He teased my clit relentlessly, and each flick sent electrifying jolts through my body.

The tension within me kept building, a familiar knot tightening in my belly.

“You’re there,” he purred against my neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin. “Now let go,” he ordered in a low growl. “Come for me.”

His words sent me spiraling over the edge. A scream ripped from my throat as my orgasm washed over me, wave after powerful wave.

And with a final, powerful thrust, he came right along.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

It was pitch black in our bedroom, and yet, I stared at the ceiling beyond the darkness. Too many thoughts were running through my head to even think about sleep. Too much was happening for me to be able to quiet my mind.

In the past, I would’ve gotten up and occupied myself with work or poured my conflicting thoughts into my art. But I would rather saw my arm off than move.

Surprisingly, everything seemed to work out in my favor, with much fewer hiccups than I’d anticipated. Was it because of her?

Had my luck turned because of her?

I stared at Jemma, then pulled her closer. I was a married man, and instead of feeling trapped, I felt like I was finally ready and able to live the life I’d always wanted.

I nuzzled my face into her hair, then inhaled deeply. Her scent, a mix of the remnants of the perfume she’d been wearing and something uniquely her, filled my senses.

I tightened my arms around her, relishing the feeling of her closeness. The soft curves of her body fit perfectly against mine, and her skin was soft as silk.

“Why are you staring at me instead of sleeping?” Jemma’s voice was soft, curious, and sleepy.

My heart swelled with emotion. “Because you’re beautiful,” I whispered, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin.

She shifted slightly, her breath tickling my neck as she spoke. “It’s dark; you can’t even see me.”

I pulled her even closer, as close as possible. “I see you,” I murmured, my voice low. “It doesn’t matter if it’s dark, what you wear, or your hair color. I always see you.”

She put her leg over mine, and her heart beat against my chest. Her hand found my face in the darkness, her thumb gently caressing the stubble on my cheek. “Oh wow, didn’t know you were a closet romantic.”

I leaned into her touch, savoring the tenderness of the moment. Despite the challenges we faced, here, right this moment, everything was just right. “What did you think I was?”

“In the beginning?” She hesitated. “Mean, the Anti-Christ, evil, overbearing, dominant, completely unreasonable.”

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