Page 150 of The Devil's Deal

“Yes!” I cry as the overflowing wave of passion hits me like a grenade, the spoon falling onto the floor. My hands clutch the cold granite, lucky I didn’t accidentally reach for the stove.

He takes his time, devouring me until every ounce of pleasure is on his tongue. Standing up, he curls a hand around my front, gripping my arms tight, my body molded into his. He reaches over, shutting off the stove, and yanks me backward until we hit the table behind us.

He spins me around to face him, his fierce gaze searching mine. “You taste so damn good.”

“That was…wow,” I pant, my chest falling frantically with uneven breaths. “I need you. Right now. I can’t wait another moment to feel you.”

He groans, his hand gripping the back of my head, his eyes dipping wildly from my eyes down to my mouth before his arms come around my hips and I’m lifted off the floor.

He kisses my stomach, inhaling my scent as he sets me on the floor, my back over the cold porcelain tiles.

“Do I need a condom?” he asks, his voice deep and gravelly as he stands over me.

And the sight of him—the flexing of his muscles, the dominating way he looks at me like I’m a meal he’s about to devour—is so erotic, my hand brushes in between my breasts. It slinks lower, falling in between my thighs, touching myself, watching him watching me.

“No.” I shake my head, my hips circling the floor, needing him inside me.

“Good girl,” he growls with approval, undoing his belt buckle.

It clinks, the sound reverberating through the room, arousing me even more.

“You’re so damn gorgeous.” His words are an echo of worship, his eyes a silent praise.

I smile, his compliment giving me the courage to sit up and lift the black tank top off my body.

“Fuck,” he mutters as he pulls the zipper down, his gaze feasting on my breasts, then his pants and boxers fall to the ground. He steps out of them, taking off his shirt.

I lick my lips, my heart pounding as I take in his chiseled abs flexing beneath his tanned skin.

Holy hell, he’s really mine.

With our eyes locked, he lowers down onto the floor, grabbing my knees and pulling me closer. His body falls on top of mine, and the feel of his strength pushing into me drives me wild.

My hand wraps around the back of his head, and his gaze keeps me warm. I can practically feel the love pouring over me.

“It’s you and me from now on, baby,” he promises. “No one will come between us. I won’t let them.”

“Never.” I shake my head, the moan slipping from my mouth, the raspy tone of his voice lighting a fire in my belly, spreading into every space in my body.

He kisses me softly, then comes back up onto his knees, spreading my thighs before positioning the tip of his cock against my wet entrance.

“I love you,” he swears. “I love you more than I can say. More than you can understand.”

“Show me.” I rock my hips around his bulging erection. “Let me feel it.”

And without taking his eyes off of mine, he thrusts inside me, filling me completely.

We both groan, slick with desire, as he picks up the pace, his body working me harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

My body comes alive, my core clenching, aching around him, another orgasm catching flight.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. Pull my cock deeper into that pussy.”

He lifts both of my thighs, bending them until my knees touch my chest.

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