Page 128 of The Devil Can Be Kind

“Fuck.” He cursed, kissing the crease where my thigh met my ass. “You’re always beautiful, Ada, but seeing you like this…you’re fucking captivating.”

My whole body melted. His words suffocating the anxious voice in my head that told me I wasn’t good enough. That I wasn’t beautiful enough. Strong enough.Capableenough for someone like him. Without knowing it, Marco’s words had soothed that part of myself that had always lingered in the shadows, dispersing it in an instant.

I could be exactly who I was with Marco. He wanted me exactly as I was. Physically, mentally. All of it.All of me.

His face descended on me, his tongue tracing my folds as his shoulders hooked the front of my legs allowing him to press closer. I sighed and moaned, my legs shaking with every new swirl of his tongue as he tasted me. When his tongue dove inside, I shuddered with unparalleled pleasure. The feeling growing and swelling with each touch of his skin, brush of his lips, and sigh from his throat.

It was over too soon, cold air brushing my skin as he retreated and came up to standing. I watched out the corner of my eye as his heavy-lidded gaze stayed locked on my body. The tattoos on his chest and arms rippled and pulsed as he wove a strip of black fabric expertly between his hands.His tie.

Watching his expression darken, I could already tell what his next move was going to be.

“Put your hands behind your back.” Came his soft order.

I immediately complied, moving my hands until they rested lowly on my hips. He gathered them in one of his as smooth, soft material looped around each of my wrists. It tightened, but not enough to feel restrictive.

“Have you ever been tied up like this before?” Marco asked, and I could hear his breathing was heavier than normal.

“No.” Came my simple reply.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me.”

I nodded, my words failing me as I felt him press up against me once more.

It was all the warning I got before his thick length pushed inside with a hard thrust of his hips. I cried out, overcome by the fullness and struggling to breathe around the blissful burn of pleasure that set my body alight. He retreated slightly, only to drive into me harder.Deeper.

“That’s right, baby. Relax. You can take more.” He murmured, one hand stroking my butt while the other latched onto the tie at my wrists, holding me firm.

Shit, that still isn’t all of him?

I forced myself to relax, to become pliable under his capable hands.

He wasn’t going to hurt me or give me more than I could handle…hadn’t eight months in his home already proven that?

The second I melted, surrendering to him completely, he plunged into me again and I screamed. A tangle of the sweetest pain and ecstasy danced at my nerves until I was a writhing, panting mess beneath him. He set a brutal pace, slamming into me over and over until I couldn’t help but tumble over the edge.

My climax was hard and fast.

Marco’s curse rumbled deep in his chest as he felt me tighten around him. He slowed and one look at his face told me he was dangerously close to plummeting himself but was fighting it. A thin sheen of sweat lined his dark brow.

His eyes found mine then and he leaned down, placing a kiss to my back as he made quick work of untying me. My body was heavy and slow as he helped pull me upright and turn me around, planting a warm and consuming kiss to my lips the moment I faced him. Our tongues messily collided, and I sucked on him,needinghim closer.

He understood my unspoken words and lifted me onto the desk, spreading my legs as he lined himself up with my entrance. He thrust back inside me with a deliberate and intoxicating slowness this time. A growl resonating from his throat as he pushed himself in, inch by delicious inch. His eyes half-closed as he fully seated himself.

Marco paused there a moment, allowing me to adjust to the new angle before he retreated. Pushing back in only a second later and pressing a hand gently to my stomach so I would lie back. My hands slipped and slid across the papers behind me, scattering them to the floor as I moved. His hand promptly hooked behind my knee, pushing it into the air and exposing me to his gaze.

Once again, I was exposed to him, but I didn’t care in the slightest this time. Watching Marco’s face contort in pleasure as he rocked into me relentlessly was the most electrifying feeling I could ever imagine. The way his eyes surveyed me like I was the most beautiful person on the planet, like Iwasenough for him, was so erotic. So,mesmerizing. I was fast becoming consumed by my feelings for the man, and I didn’t care enough to stop it.

I wanted him.Neededhim.

“Rub yourself for me,” he ordered, his voice gravelly and hoarse.

I let my fingers trail down my body until they found sensitive flesh, slowly swirling around the bud at the apex of my thighs.

Marco’s gaze flashed between tracking the movement and watching my expression, and I moaned. The feeling too intense.The fact that he waswatchingme as I played with myself…it was too hot. When his hand squeezed my breast, I came.

Hard.

I cried out as my body jerked violently. My core pulsed around him as my body flushed red hot. Marco’s movements became less succinct in response, and I could tell that he was only moments away from finding his own release.

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