Page 111 of The Devil Can Be Kind

Instead, I burned and tugged his face closer.

He immediately complied. His tongue sweeping more forcefully than before and trailing around my entrance before plunging inside. He let out a guttural noise that made me shiver, before gripping my ass and tilting my hips up toward his face. His warm tongue languidly strayed to the sensitive skin between my cheeks and my body flushed immediately as he turned his attention to an entirely new area of my skin.

“Marco…” I gasped, fear and reservation constricting my lungs.

He pulled away slightly, “Don’t fear me.” He continued playing with the spot. “We’ll get there, but not tonight,” he saidafter a moment more, then proceeded to lick me from my ass to my clit.

A shudder ran through my body and a rumble sounded from his chest.

A second later, Marco got to his feet, lifted me by the back of the legs and walked us the short distance to the bed.

He dropped me in its center, looking down at me and I watched as he unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his shoes. The second his trousers hit the floor, I could see his hard-on beneath his boxers. My body ached with longing, muscles growing rigid as his gaze coasted over me.

The waiting was driving me to madness, and without thinking, I raised my arms above my head, spreading my legs wider. Showing him both my submission and my need. His muscles tensed at the sight, and he yanked down his boxers as if the material irritated him, climbing onto the bed the moment his erection was free.

He came to rest above me, the hard plains of his chest and stomach meeting my skin in a motion that released butterflies in my belly. My hips rolled against him in response and he hissed. Retreating slightly.

I felt him reach toward the nightstand and I heard a crinkling noise somewhere near my ear, but I didn’t want to wait. My hips grinding dangerously against him.

“Need a condom. Wait.” He growled.

I didn’t.

Fueled by my burning,achingneed for him, my hips moved against him again of their own accord. This time the force was enough that his tip slipped inside.

I stilled and he simultaneously went rigid.

A second later he let out a groan so loud I felt it vibrate against my chest.

I moved again, sinking a bit more of him inside and let out a whimper of relief as the empty ache turned into a blissful burn. My insides stretching to welcome him.

“I haven’t got one on.” Marco growled. Unmoving and tense inside me.

“It doesn’t matter,” I murmured, sucking on his neck.

I didn’t fully understand why I did it, but I knew it wasn’t just on impulse.

In the back of my mind, I knew it was because I wanted to bedifferentto him. Different from Sofia, from Lexi and every other female he had ever been with. I wanted to share something with him that he hadn’t with anyone else.

I’d had sex before, that much was true, but Marco was the only man to have evertouchedme. He had explored, tasted and kissed every taboo part of my body… and whether it made me reckless or not, I wanted to mean something to him as well.

Marco remained still above me, his eyes scrunched closed, jaw taut. Spurred on by the arousal I saw on his features I moved against him again, pushing in more of his length.

“God, you feel… you’re so fucking soft.” He spat, racking in an unsteady breath. “I gotta stop, I got to—" His eyes met mine, conflict swirling amongst the darkness.

“No, you don’t. I’m on the pill,” I whispered, meeting his gaze so he could see I wasn’t lying. A small piece of indecision still marred his features, so I added, “I haven’t done it without one either.”

His eyes burned into me for a couple more seconds before his uncertainty dissipated.

“Ask me to fuck you,” he said, voice ragged as he leaned down and begun trailing kisses down the side of my neck.

My hands tangled in his hair. “Please fuck me, Marco.” And just because I was more turned on than I had ever been before, I murmured against his ear. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

Any remnants of restraint died away as pure hunger took over him.

With a half growl he thrust the rest of his length into me. A whimper tore from my throat as a familiar fullness made my body flush. He hovered there a second, allowing me to adjust before pulling almost entirely out. I cried out as he rocked into me again, my back arching to meet his hips.

“Fuck.” He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue delving into my mouth, and I sucked on it gently. His hips picked up their pace.

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