Page 66 of Devotion

His eyes are wild with impatience, but he stares up at me, awaiting another of my silent commands. Again, using the soft strands between my fingers, I bring his mouth to me, igniting a wildfire in the pit of my stomach.

“Right there. Fuck.”

The wildfire intensifies, scorching new areas of my body with pleasure as it spreads, quickly growing out of control. His hold on me tightens again as I try to pull away when the sensation gets to be too much, but I’m stuck, forced to experience bliss at full power.

“Damien… wait. Please… I need…”

My fragmented plea is ignored as he sucks harder, making my clit pulse between his lips, and the pleasure-ridden assault seems unending. I quickly realize I’m not equipped to handle this—this level of euphoria detonating within me all at once, building just beneath the surface like a geyser that’s ready to blow.

“Damien, I…”

I lose all sense of thought when his hand leaves my thigh, moving to my pussy instead. His fingers tease at my entrance first, inciting a moan that rumbles in his throat before he pushes two inside me, deep, sinking into my wetness. He pauses as I saturate his fingers, and then draws them out slowly, only to shove them in harder and faster than I’m anticipating, curling them in just the right way to stimulate my G-spot.

“Oh, my fucking… I can’t… I…”

Words fail me again as my mouth hangs open. His fast, rhythmic probing takes me to the edge of the cliff, and as I question whether I’ll survive the fall, he violently catapults me over the edge.

The headboard rattles when my entire body begins to quake. The pressure that’s been building in my core finally releases. It breaks like a dam, triggering a flood of warm fluid that surges from my pussy. The insides of my thighs are soaked as more of the liquid warmth flows out of me, down onto Damien’s neck and chest, onto my bed. My inner walls clench around his fingers, and the scent of my arousal fills the air. He keeps my clit between his lips and finger-fucks me until the involuntary spasms in my core shudder to a stop. And once they finally do, I’m completely out of my head, confused by what the hell kind of reaction that was.

My breathing slows, and I’m wracked with embarrassment, assessing the damage. He’s drenched in my arousal, and I didn’t even know to warn him that could happen, because that’sneverhappened.

There’s an apology on the tip of my tongue, but I’m cut off from speaking when a pleasure-filled groan rumbles in his chest. Then, I stare down my body in disbelief, watching as he cranes his neck toward my inner thigh, licking and sucking the juices that squirted from my pussy, savoring it like it’s a delicacy.

“You’re my fucking goddess,” he pants, and then drags his hot, slippery tongue over the tendon near my groin. He nips me there. Not hard enough for it to hurt, but enough that I flinch when the sensation sends a shockwave of electricity ricocheting through the pit of my stomach.

“May I have you now?” he rasps, and the fire is back. For now, it’s only a smolder, but I know it’s soon to return to a full roar.

Damien peers up at me, his eyes momentarily pausing to stare at my breasts.

I swallow the lump in my throat at the thought of whathaving mewill look like, but I’m too deeply entangled to turn back. So, with a quivering breath, and ignoring the faint alarm inside my head, warning me to tap out… I nod.

“Yes.”

Through the near-total darkness, I see the wicked smirk that curves one side of his mouth. Spent and lacking any sort of energy, my body slips off of him, landing on the mattress as he rises to his knees.

“Come here,” he beckons from the middle of my bed, and I do as I’m told, crawling closer.

He doesn’t speak his next instructions, positioning my body in silence. He faces me away from him, and the palms of my hands settle on the wetness that’s soaked into my sheet when he puts me on all fours. With my ass angled toward him, the heat of his hand slides up my back, to my head.

“Relax,” he rasps, pushing gently until my cheek is pressed flat to the wet pillow, and with every breath, I draw in my own scent from the fabric.

Behind me, I hear the frantic clang of his buckle, and I glance back, watching as he lowers his pants just enough to free his cock. He pulls his belt out of the loops next, but I’m barely focused on how he winds and twists the leather strap, maneuvering it in strange ways. I’m more interested in the long, thick pipe sheathed in flesh between his legs, pointing skyward as he watches me.

“Your hands.”

I blink, finally dragging my eyes up from his dick, remembering he has a face.

“I… What?”

A slow smile moves across his mouth as he squeezes my ass cheeks. “Give me… your… hands.”

My mouth suddenly feels dry. I haven’t blinked since he finished speaking, because I have an idea what he intends to do. The thought of which has my stomach twisting in knots.

My lack of an answer has Damien sighing with impatience, and the next second, the choice to comply is taken away. He gathers my wrists with his large hands, using force to pin them at the small of my back. Pain shoots through my shoulders as the side of my face pushes deeper into the pillow, dampening strands of my hair. I don’t struggle against him, but I’m tempted, strongly considering whether I’d stand a chance if I put up a fight.

His belt slips around my wrists, and whatever chance I might’ve had to get away is gone now. I flinch when he pulls the belt tight, looping the excess leather between my hands before tugging to make sure the knot is secure.

His hot tip nudges my ass when he rises to his shins behind me, holding the leather in his palms as he whispers a question.

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