Page 41 of Devour

“I want to entertain you. I came here with the promise of pie, and there’s only one I want. Get up here. Sit on my face.”

“No. We’re in my grandmother’s house. You’re wearing her robe.”

“I can take it off.”

Her tongue sweeps across her lips before she sucks them in. “I can’t wait to get my hands all over you. Taste you everywhere. You’re so fucking sweet. I want your pussy coming all over my tongue. The depraved things I want to do you.”

“I’m going to go check on your clothes.”

My dark chuckle sounds sinister to even my own ears. “Run.”

When she doesn’t move, I stand from the bed. Slowly, and never taking my eyes off hers, I untie the robe and pull the belt loose. “I’m not kidding. Run. Because I’m planning to use this to tie your wrists. Then I’m going to hold your thighs apart and enjoy my dessert.”

“You’re joking. Not in my grandma’s house.”

“Then find somewhere outside.” I take a step forward. She finally realizes that I’m not teasing her because she turns on her heels and runs forward. I roll my shoulders as excitement courses through me. I’ve been counting down the days until I could hunt her and hold her again. And now I’m finally gettingto. I allow her to get a head start by walking over and checking my phone. No emergencies or fires to put out. I still have another hour before I have to be on site. I’d prefer more time with Maeve, but it’s still enough time to send her into a frenzy and have her wanting me more. I need to remind Maeve of our chemistry, though I highly doubt she’s forgotten. I message my driver to wait an extra twenty minutes before heading this way. Placing my phone back on the dresser, I use my hands to wrap the robe’s soft belt around one palm. All my blood rushes to my cock. The idea that I’m about to have her is fueling my adrenaline.

I hurry out of the room. The robe waving behind me like an evil villain’s cape because, let’s be honest, I’m no hero. The washer has stopped so I spare a minute to place my clothing in the dryer. I step outside and call out, “Ready or not, here I come.”

I take two steps before I easily spot her tracks. Running as fast as I can, I track her down within less than a minute. She’s hiding behind the bushes to my left. For some reason, the thought that the rough branches scratched her as she rushed to hide excites me. I’ll lick her wounds. I’ll take her pain away. She only has to let me catch her.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I purr. She remains quiet, but I hear her rapid breathing. Is she as excited as I am? “I have an important meeting. It’s why I won’t be able to be as thorough with you as I’d like. We have a lot of fucking to make up for. But I’ll have enough time to taste you. I’ll have the smell of you on my fingers.” I casually walk past the bush but continue to speak. “I’m not too proud to admit I’ve done nothing but obsess over you.” When I’m sure she assumes I’ve missed her and am going to keep walking, I dart around the bush and grab her by the ankles, pulling her to me with her back flat against the ground. She yelps as I crawl my body up hers then straddle her.

“I found you.”

I loop the belt around a sturdy branch and then bind her wrists together. With her arms strained overhead, I focus my attention on her waist – and remove her pants. My fingers curl around the waistband of her leggings and pull them down along with her underwear.

“You’re so wet.” I keep the leggings wrapped around her ankles. I ease two fingers inside her. My head falls back. “Fuck. You feel so good.”

Pushing deeper inside, I use my thumb to press against her clit. She releases soft moans of pleasure. Her body tenses. Maeve’s orgasm is approaching, but I won’t give it to her. I jerk my hand from her body, relishing her cry of protest.

My hands land on her thighs, gripping her securely and pinning them down. First I take my time tracing around her opening with the tip of my tongue. Then I swirl my tongue around her sweet little clit. I suck it between my lips, causing her back to arch.

“Nicholas.Nicholas. Nicky.”

I wanted to draw out her orgasm, but hearing her cry out my name so sweetly…I can’t get enough of her. Her arms fight against the restraints. “Cry out. Scream. Nobody can hear you. Except me, and I want to hear you.”I need to hear it.I traveled miles to hear this woman call out my name as she falls apart in my mouth.

Her mouth falls open but only a silent scream comes out. I devour her orgasm. I lick and lick until we’re both panting to catch our breath. I run my fingers inside one more time and then suck them clean.

The sound of tires on gravel tells me that our time is up. “If this was my place, I’d leave you here until I got back to have seconds. But we can’t have your grandmother finding you like this, now can we?”

“What just happened?” she whispers.

I want to tell her it’s because I wanted her, so I came and took her. I always get what I want. I always win.

“I shouldn’t have enjoyed this.”

My hands immediately freeze with her pants midway up her thigh. “Are you regretting this?”

“No. But – but I know I should. It’s wrong.”

I scoff. “Wrong? We’re consenting adults.”

“You show up at my grandmother’s house and chase me into the woods. You have more red flags than a damn pirate ship.”

“Red flags for a pirate ship?”

“You know what I mean. Please pull my pants up and untie me.”

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