Page 25 of Devour

It was the best sexual experience of my life. Best experience period. Him hunting me. Chasing me through the darkness. Using brute strength to bring me down. It was all exhilarating. Unlike anything I’ve ever done before. My heart flutters with the desire to do it again. Is this a sign to schedule a therapy appointment?

I’ve been trying to be casual and appear unaffected by all of it as we ride the elevator back to the room. However, internally, my body is on fire and wound tight with tension. A trickle of jealousy courses through me at the thought he does this with women all the time. It’s probably one of the many games he plays.

A yelp escapes me as Nicholas lifts me and carries me off the elevator. “Get out of your head,” he growls.

My arms instinctively wrap around him. I meet his hard stare and release a huff. “Now I’m not allowed to think?”

A cruel, devilishly handsome smile crosses his face. “Only if it’s about all the ways you’re planning to take my cock.”

“You really are an arrogant asshole.”

“Guilty on both accounts.”

I’m discarded onto his bed with an unattractive and far from sexyhoof.Soft, cool sheets touch my skin. Any retort I was going to snap back dies on my lips. Nicholas begins removing his clothing. We’re not in the dark this time. I’ll be able to fully see every inch of him, but in return, that means he’ll see me. I won’t allow nerves to hold me back. After the day I’ve had, I’m not afraid of embarrassment. There’s no need to shy away. After tomorrow he’ll be nothing but a wonderful memory to share over margaritas with friends. That one time I went to Las Vegas and had the best sex of my life with a stranger. Not that anyone would believe me. Nicholas was right that I’m perceived as a good girl. Except with him, I don’t want to be.

I get in a sitting position so I can remove my hoodie. Then I slide off my leggings. Little pieces of grass fall.Ew.That’s awkward. I hope there’s not more hidden or stuck somewhere.

The bed dips as a naked Nick positions himself above me.

“Are you ready?” he asks. I nod, but he still looks doubtful. “Are you sure?”

He’s toying with me again. We’ve already had sex once, but I guess he doesn’t think I can handle a round two. Or maybe he thinks he scared me. In truth I can’t wait to have him own my body, again. I don’t want him to hold anything back. “Take me.”

“Say it again,” he commands in a deep voice.

“Take. Me.”

“You’re mine now, do you understand?”

“Then stop talking and claim what’s yours.”

Possessiveness shines in his eyes. Nicholas leans down and places gentle kisses across my lips, cheek, jawline, and neck as he rubs himself against me, barely pressing inside me. It’s a combination of pleasure and torture. He playfully nips my earlobe and then my neck.

“You’re a beautiful woman.” Only his head penetrates me. “With an insatiable cunt.” He eases in deeper, agonizingly slow. “You don’t want me to be gentle, do you? You’re ready to have me ramming you so deep I’m at your fucking throat. Am I right?” His hand massages along my collarbone. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” He’s right. Earlier he said he’d treat me like a lover. But that’s not what this fake fiancée wants. I want to give in to unforgiving debauchery and carnal desires. Nicholas Deschamps is offering to fulfill my most depraved fantasy.

His hand eases up to my neck where it grips and tightens, like a collar. “Perfect.”

Nicholas pulls his hips back and then rams fully into me. My mouth falls opens and my spine stiffens. He pistons his hips forward repeatedly. When he shifts and raises my leg up, the pressure increases and he hits the perfect spot.

“Fuck, Nicky.”

“Say it again. Call me by that name.”

“Nicky.” I whimper. I’ll give this man anything he wants if he’ll keep hitting that spot.

He begins thrusting at a frantic pace. But then suddenly he pulls out completely. I almost scream at the loss. I’m five seconds from pushing him down to reclaim the source of my pleasure when he flips me over so that I’m on all fours. The unthinkable happens. I didn’t think he could possibly get deeper than he had been.Should I be concerned he might pierce a lung?

“Mine.” His voice has taken a darker edge.

“Yours,” I agree. His pace quickens. The thrusts turning borderline brutal to the point I have to clench the bedsheets and hold on. My orgasm is building, but once again, he stops. If he keeps getting me there but then pulling back, I might become violent.

“I need to see your face when you come. Get on top of me. I want to watch you ride my dick.”

Desperate for my release, I roughly shove him against the headboard. My hands grip his face as my legs grip his waist. Without breaking eye contact with him, I feel every delicious inch of him as I sink down. He groans as I roll my hips. I’m getting a high from the power, knowing I’m doing this to him. A sheen of sweat begins to gather along my brow. I’m shamelessly riding him. Nick’s large hands grab my ass and begin forcing me down harder on him. His hips jerk up to meet each thrust. We find rhythm that’s sending us both into a craze. Our fingers alternate between caressing one another and digging into each other’s skin with grips of passion. Sensual kisses only stopped by labored breaths and begging for more. This animalistic drive demands more from both of us. My body can barely stand the pleasure. It’s never been too much with anyone else, but with Nick, it’s everything and more.

“Nicky,” I pant.

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