Page 100 of The Devil Can Be Kind

I let out a heavy breath.

Let the chips fall where they may.

“I don’t want to see you bring someone else home. I don’t want to see you meet someone, fall in love and get married. To see your life move on without me. I don’t want to watch it happening right in front of me and know that there is nothing I can do to change it. Wishing every day of my goddamn, shitty little life, that we stood a chance under different circumstances. Wishing even just for amomentthat I could ever be enough for someone like you.” My fingers trembled and my heart leapt into my throat, unsure how he was going to take what I’d said.

I stared at my lap, unable to meet the gaze I felt burning into me, setting me on fire.

My chest smoldered with embarrassment as he remained silent for a solid minute, and then another. The blush that had started at my chest, swept up to my face as humiliation and regret hit me. I couldn’t bare it any longer.

I leapt to my feet and half-walked, half-ran through the halls to the safety of my room, throwing open the door and pulling it shut roughly.

I swung back around again when the door slammed open behind me.

I only had a second to process what was happening before Marco tore across the space, grabbing my face in his hands as his lips crushed mine with a ferocity that made my heart splutter.

My tense shoulders instantly molded against him and my stomach pooled with arousal. My mouth opening against his as his tongue swept inside. Sweeping away the last of my humiliation into pure bliss with a moan.

One of his hands immediately tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck as the other simultaneously found my waist. He walked me backward across the room until the bedframe hit my knees.

The second I stopped, his hands found the tops of my arms and spun me away from him. I felt the material of my dress fall as he made quick work of the zip, not missing how his fingers lingered on the bare skin of my spine. Less than a second after his touch disappeared, I was pulled back around to face him and once again our lips collided in a mess of wetness, skin, and teeth. Desire and need flooded through me, engulfing me in an aching heat that seared and begged for more.

Gone were all my reservations, doubts and fears about what could come next. It didn’t matter.

I wanted this.Neededthis.

I moved backward onto the bed and kicked my heels off with Marco following me, never breaking our kiss. His strong knees rested on the outside of my thighs as he leaned upright, pulling at his tie and discarding it. His head descended to my neck, and I felt the warmth of his tongue as he lapped at my skin. My handstrailed around his shoulders, coming to rest at the buttons of his shirt.

I managed to undo a few of them before he grew impatient and pulled the dark material up over his head instead, with a growl. As if he couldn’t stand it being between us any longer.

When his muscled chest pressed against my bare skin, a satisfied sigh escaped my lips. It quickly turned into a moan when his kisses trailed across my collarbone and chest, settling on my nipple as my hands threaded into his hair. He sucked one of the firm peaks into his mouth, rubbing the other between his fingers. His tongue swirled against the tight bud over and over, before he moved to the other. Nipping and sucking until I was breathless and disorientated.

My insides ached for more and the emptiness became so much I started panting.

When his mouth didn’t move, I yanked on his hair until his lips sealed to mine once again. My hips rolled against the firmness between his thighs desperately.

I felt a rumble emanate from deep in his chest and it spurred me on.

My hands ran down his sides until I found the waistband of his suit trousers. I didn’t hesitate as I pulled at the buckle of his belt and undid the button beneath. I could feel his hard bulge scarcely trapped behind the fabric as my hands skimmed along the edge of the material. He moaned and took over, pulling the trousers over his toned thighs and throwing them to the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes. His erection stood proud against his boxers, and my body responded with a carnal shiver, moisture leaking into my panties.

Marco’s hands traced the outside of my thighs until they found the thin strip of material either side of my hip. He slipped my panties off in one go and tossed them to the floor before he shifted and his mouth descended on my wet slit.

When his tongue touched my sensitive spot, I let out a whimper. My hands immediately weaved back through his soft hair, pulling him closer. His hands gripped my ass and suddenly he tilted my hips up, allowing his tongue to reach places I’d never been touched before by a man. He groaned.

An eruption of tingles raced along my spine and a flush ran straight to my cheeks. It was so obscene, soerotic. A deep moan resonated from my throat as I danced scarily close to the edge. Tingles dancing on every nerve.

“So fucking sweet,” he commented, his tongue tauntingly tracing the path over and over.

It was too much.

I screamed as I came.Hard.

My head flew back against the sheets, and my vision faded to darkness as euphoria and bliss descended like night onto day. My hips rolled and jerked, my body instantly flushing with the climax.

Marco’s licks became gentler and slower as my body started to cool, and the tremors died away.

The release didn’t last long though, with the warmth of him still pressed to my sensitive slit. My body was aching even more than before, desperate to feel his length inside me.

His tongue moved to tracing my entrance, lapping at my wetness and an animalistic rumble echoed from his chest. “Fuck.”

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