Page 112 of The Devil Can Be Kind

Our kiss was wet and rough, leaving me breathless and disorientated. He tasted like the whiskey he always drank, and his spicey smell drove me wild while the friction of his skin burned deep into my stomach. I ran my nails down his back, gripping his toned ass.

“Harder,” I moaned, feeling myself at the precipice of an orgasm and wanting so desperately to fall off the edge.

He ignored me and kept his rhythm the same. I huffed in frustration. “Ask me nicely.”

“Please,” I said breathlessly.

“Please what, Ada?” he ordered roughly.

“Please fuck me harder.” I sighed as the dirty words left my lips.

He immediately complied, rolling his hips with more force than before and rubbing himself against me. The friction burned across my most sensitive area, driving me to the brink of madness.

I let out a breathy moan and resorted to begging, feeling dangerously close. Justtwomore.Onemore.

My orgasm was fierce. The intense release of pressure and tension made my body violently shudder.

Marco made a soft sound in his throat as my body contracted around him. He had stilled, concentrating on the feeling andwatching me as I orgasmed, waiting patiently for my body to settle.

The moment it did, he began moving again. This time his strokes were much more intimate, reaching deeper inside me with an excruciating slowness.

He leaned his forehead against me. “I’m going to come inside you now.”

I nodded, watching as his own pleasure enveloped him and contorted his features, knocking him into a half-lidded daze.

Marco on the brink of release was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and it sent a shiver skating across my skin.

His grunts turned into a moan as he came, echoing so loudly in my ear that my stomach pooled with arousal and my hips arched into him, pushing him deeper. He stilled, trembling for a moment as warmth spread between my thighs.

He collapsed on top of me, chest to chest with one arm supporting his weight. I felt the gentle pressure of his lips brush against my forehead.

“Well, that was a first.” He breathed and I flashed him a triumphant smile.

“A good first?” I asked. A pang of nervousness hitting me as I waited for his answer. My hands rubbing his back aimlessly.

“Put it this way…” I felt his lips trail across my hairline. “I’ll never be the same.”

My breath caught as he pulled out of me, falling to his back. I felt his familiar warm gaze rest on my skin, and I looked over to him, feeling about as happy as I ever had. The boyish smile I had come to love lit up his face.

Then I realized something.

It wasn’t just the boyish smile I loved—I lovedhim.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-ONE

MARCO

Jesus Christ.

She had to be the best lay of my whole goddamn life, but tonight…tonighttook that to a whole other level. I didn’t just feel satisfied after our session or blissed out on cloud nine. I felt like a fucking King.

Sex felt different with Ada anyway, but without a condom? Man, it was my undoing. It took everything in me not to nut in the first thirty seconds, like I was some fucking fifteen-year-old virgin all over again. I shook my head in disbelief.

She really is driving me insane.

She had felt so goddamn good. Just like last time but better. Softer.Wetter. The feeling was indescribable. I climaxed harder and longer than I had even thought possible. God the things I wanted to do to this woman.

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