Page 87 of Devil's Thirst

Sante’s tongue has my body craving more in a matter of minutes. When he puts two fingers inside me, I feel the stretch, but it’s not uncomfortable.

“It’s definitely snug, but we got this. Okay?” he reassures me.

I’m feeling good enough that I’m not worried, and it helps that I’m not actively looking at his enormous cock. When he sucks on my clit, the indescribable sensation distracts from the twinge of pain as he slowly adds a third finger to his efforts.

“Fuck, you’re incredible. I love knowing all this is mine.”

“Only yours.”

“Goddamn right,” he rumbles against my core.

So full. Oh my god.

He works my body for a good ten minutes—not that he’d need to for an orgasm. Now that I know how it feels, my body is like a heat-seeking missile, targets locked on that perfect moment of release. But he wants me to be fully primed, and he makes it happen. By the time my body quakes with the onset of an explosive orgasm, his fingers make squishing sounds as they glide through my arousal.

I cry out in exquisite release, my veins flooding with liquid pleasure until I must be glowing. The ecstasy flooding my system is too intense not to be generating some sort of visible electric current.

Sante kisses my body on his way up, giving me time to recover. Then he’s above me, our bodies aligned. He looks deep into my eyes and, and I swear I feel him drop anchor somewhere in the depths of my soul.

“I watched you for two weeks solid like an addict on a bender after four years of going without. I can’t get enough, and I don’t think I ever will. You give my life meaning.”

He slowly eases inside me. My body is quick to remember the delicious feel of his fingers and wants more. He advances with such painstakingly small movements, more like rubbing than thrusting, that the pain I expected never comes. I feel full and stretched but in the most magical way.

Once he’s all the way seated inside me, he kisses me. I taste the obsession on his tongue, and its delicious. I love the way he loves me.

Slow and steady, he begins to pump inside me, moving a bit more with each new movement.

“Amelie Brooks?”

“Mmmm?”

“I don’t ever want to know life without you.” He stills, bringing our gazes back together. “Tell me you’ll be my wife. Tell me you’ll be mine forever.”

I can’t believe he’s truly asking me to marry him. It’s all so fast … and utterly perfect.

“Yes,” I breathe. “I’ll be your wife. Yours forever.”

Triumphant joy shines in his eyes as his thrusts resume, picking up pace until I moan with pleasure.

Having him inside me felt good, but speed and intensity make it all that much better. I’m stunned at the difference. I feel my inner walls clinging to him, and I know he feels it too because each time they contract, he hisses and groans.

“Too tight for me to last long,” he manages between breaths, “but probably best so you’re not too sore.”

At the moment, I can’t imagine this making me sore, but he knows better than me. I simply delight in the feeling. Incredibly, I feel his cock thicken even more. He inhales harshly then his entire body stiffens as he clings to me, pumping once, twice, and a final time before resting his face in the crook of my neck.

I wrap my body around him in a full-body hug as giddiness envelops me.

I did it.

I had sex … with a man … and Ilovedit.

AND I think I may have gotten engaged.

When Sante pulls back to look at me, he huffs out a laugh at the ridiculous grin plastered across my face. “Not exactly theresponse I expected, but I think we’ve established normal isn’t our thing.”

“Sante?”

“Yeah, baby?”

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