Page 55 of The Devil's Demise

“You’re a little dirty,” I say, popping a brow, my bottom lip swallowed up into my mouth as he gets to his feet.

“Then I guess you’re gonna clean me up, aren’t you?”

Did the temperature in the room just climb up? I let out a sharp exhale.

He puts himself next to my feet, and before I could get up, he grabs one of my ankles, then the other and spins me until my backside hangs off the couch. He lowers to the floor, placing my thighs over his shoulders.

“I’ve been waiting all fucking night to taste you.”

When he tucks his face into my core, his nose brushing in between my slit, my hips shudder, my hands finding the back of his head, writhing beneath him.

“Matteo,” I gasp when the tip of his tongue flicks my throbbing clit. He runs circles around it, our eyes meeting in chaotic bouts of pleasure. My body warms. “I need you so badly, I’m willing to get on my knees and beg.”

He growls against me as his mouth fastens around my clit, brushing his tongue on me at the same time, while two fingers stretch me wide. My hands tremble as they form fists and I scream out in sweet pleasure, the release ebbing closer.

Suddenly he stops, kissing my inner thighs, too close to where I need him.

“Matteo, please . . .”

“Please what?” His lips land in that space where my leg meets my core, tongue dancing languidly, those dark brown eyes, staring hard. “Tell me what you need? I want to hear every filthy word.”

“I need more. I need to come.”

“Fuck, I love hearing you say that. Love watching you as you do, knowing I’m the one who gave it to you.”

Two fingers run past both sides of my clit and that double sensation causes my eyes to roll back, my back arching, his name like an offering across my lips.

“Yes, don’t stop,” I pant, scratching his scalp, shoving him back down on my pussy, and the vibrations of his laughter, has me on the cusp. Two fingers sink inside me, the same ones he was using before, and he fucks me with punishing strokes, his tongue ruthless as it brings me pleasure.

“Yes, oh God . . .” My ass grinds on the sofa, my body an electric tangle of nerves. And the final time his fingers thrust deeper, I scream out his name, loud and unabashed.

He does this to me. Every time. He’s learned a lot about what brings me pleasure over the years, and I did too. We’ve spent endless days learning each other. And this man could set me off, merely from a touch of his mouth against the crook of my neck. When the kids aren’t around, he fucks me bent over the kitchen counter, snapping my head back by my throat, giving me all the dirty words I crave.

“You’re incredible, Aida.” His fingers run through my slickness, his eyes feasting on my most intimate place. “So beautiful. Far more beautiful than the stars filling the sky.”

I breathe heavy, unable to speak, my body still riding the high, and in a flash, he lifts me off the sofa and into his arms.

“I’m not quite done with you, yet.” His eyes hold mine, my legs wrapped around his hips, as he settles himself onto the sofa, me on top. I straddle him as I drink him in, my palm coming to rest on the stubbles of his cheek.

His chest rises, that face filling with a sense of peace and adoration. I finger the buttons of his shirt, and slowly I undress him, needing that connection, wanting my husband inside me. He pulls the sleeves off, those eyes never leaving mine, and I throw the shirt onto the floor.

My hands move to the button of his pants, rolling the zipper down as he watches, palms on the top of my thighs.

His cock jerks. I feel it straining in my hand as I touch it, rubbing in tempered strokes.

He rises, quickly placing me on my feet so he could take off his pants and boxers, throwing them across the room. His cock is all hard. Thick. I touch it. Rolling a fist up and down his shaft.

My walls clench, needing him to fill the emptiness.

“I need to fuck you,” he rasps, teeth nipping my bottom lip, his arm circling around the small of my back as he settles me down onto the sofa, taking me with him. “I need to feel what you do to me every time I make love to you.” He takes himself in his palm and lines the tip against my entrance. “I’ll love you always, Aida. I’ll love you until the stars fade and the moon no longer shines. Until we’re nothing but dust drifting in the wind. And even then, we’ll be together, Aida”—he grabs my hips, his gaze boring into mine—“because my love for you is endless.”

“For eternity, then?” I breathe just inches inside me.

“For eternity.” Then he slams all the way in, until I’m impaled around him, our heavy groans filling the room.

My mouth greets his once more, my hips rocking against him, stretched and filled to capacity.

“Harder,” I cry. “Harder, please.”

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