Page 65 of Devotion

“I’ll give you that,” he promises. “Along with any and everything else you want, but you’ll have to be patient tonight, because I’m going to savor… Every. Fucking. Moment.”

He kisses me again before I have a chance to think or respond. But even as needy and horny as our weeks of unspent sexual tension have made me, the anticipation is exciting.

The room spins when I’m flipped, and the tumbling doesn’t stop until our positions have switched. With me now on top, he grips the back of my neck with one rough motion, forcing my mouth to crash down on his.

“I need to taste you,” he says, the breathy words flowing down my throat before he takes my tongue again.

Where I’m straddling his waist, with my pussy spread open across the front of his boxers, I feel his cock pulse beneath me. It makes his choice of words seem more than honest.

Tasting me isn’t a want.

It’s a need.

He grabs me by the waist, dragging me up his torso, nearly drawing out a moan as his underwear brushes against my clit. He stops when my bare ass meets his chest, and the heat of his scarred pecs radiates through me. My breathing is short and ragged as I watch him, staring as he cranes his neck, unashamedly inhaling the scent of my pussy like a monster hunting its prey.

I feel his heart race even faster now, and I’m almost certain mine’s beating just as hard.

“Grab the fucking headboard,” he growls.

I do as I’m told, but I’m barely given time to steady myself before he lifts me by the waist, settling my pussy against his mouth. The tip of his tongue teases my slit, barely inside me as my clit pulses with need. I’m almost certain his teasing is intentional, meant to make me insane with lust.

Another of those ravenous groans vibrates in his chest, and my nipples pebble in the cool air. A shudder rips through me as my body protests, desperate for more contact.

It seems impossible. How can someone responsible for inflicting unimaginable pain also possess the power to provide endless pleasure?

As if in response to my question, Damien flattens his tongue, gently swiping it up my pussy to collect the juices seeping from my core. A quivering breath rattles in my chest as he sucks the sensitive, swollen lips between my thighs one at a time, letting his wild breaths cascade over my clit, but never touching it.

Damn him for making me wait.

Damn him for making me want this so bad.

“Do you have any fucking idea how long I’ve wanted you? Just… like… this,” he adds, his quiet words warming my inner thighs, making me want him even more.

He peers up, and a breath catches in my throat. The feral look in his eyes leaves me frozen in fear as I grip the ridge of the headboard tighter, feeling his arms loop around my thighs from underneath, locking me in place.

I rock my hips just a little, tempted to grind against his mouth for an ounce of relief as his arms tighten.

“So fucking beautiful,” he mutters, and a moment later, his tongue thrusts into me, stroking my inner walls as I lose my breath.

A needy whimper falls from my lips, and I imagine this is his fantasy fulfilled—me naked, my pussy covering his mouth. The idea of being just that,his fantasy, has my head swimming.

How badly does he want me to come for him?

Does he jerk himself off thinking about me?

How many girls’ mouths has he filled, imagining it’s my lips wrapped around his cock?

A groan rumbles in his chest when I lower one hand to his hair, gently pulling his head forward. My boldness is rewarded when he draws my clit into his mouth, sucking softly as I whimper.

“Fuck.”

That lone word exits my mouth with a sigh as my heart picks up speed. Electricity ripples across my skin, rousing goosebumps all over my body. My nipples are so stiff they burn with need, begging to be touched. So, while Damien devours me, I run a hand up my torso to squeeze my breast, pinching my own nipple between my fingers.

Using my grip on his hair to control him, I push his head back down to the pillow. I’m mesmerized, staring at his mouth, glistening with my arousal. He could easily pull free from my grasp and finish devouring me, but he’s patient, letting me control our pace.

In every other circumstance, he’s a strikingly formidable man, able to manipulate anyone in the room to fall under his spell. Which is why I take his temporary submission for what it is.

A gift.

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