Page 47 of Cruel Devotion

“Because you’re kind and giving.” He lowered to kiss me as he moved faster, playing with me and pushing me closer to coming. We’d fooled around and teased each other, but he had yet to make me come.

“Because you’re mine, Haley. No one else’s. And I want to see every inch of you. Never hide from me.” He lowered over me, pausing to suck on my nipple and cup my other breast with a forceful grip. “Never.”

“Oh!” I breathed harder, welcoming that sweet tension pulling every fiber of my being taut.

“You drive me crazy,” he growled. “When you’re stubborn and so smart. Always right.” He kissed lower yet, all the way until he urged me to part my legs from a nudge of his shoulders.

“When you’re sassy and scared?—”

“I’m not scared—ah!” I arched my back as he quickly pressed his lips to my clit, sucking hard with an openmouthed kiss where I was so sensitive with the urgency to come.

“When you’re sweet and compassionate,” he added before licking my cunt in long, hot swipes of his tongue.

“That’s who you are,” he growled.

His.I wouldn’t argue with him on that claim. Right now, with him feasting on my pussy, I felt like I belonged to him. Like I fit with him. He cupped my ass, holding me in place as he devoured my sopping wet cunt. No amount of squirming would get me away from the ever-increasing buildup of tension and pressure. Only when I pushed up toward him, instinctively letting my body guide me. Humping his face made him growl and hum his encouragement louder. I was almost there, so close and struggling to just let go and trust him if I fell.

And he knew it. He could tell. With a harder suction on my clit, he let me have that bite of pain I’d come to enjoy with him.

Before I could resist the need to come, caving and surrendering to his mouth on me like this, I cried out as I came.

Waves of relief had me shaking. I trembled, trying to catch my breath. And he was there. Grounding me. Hugging me. Holding me. He crawled up the bed to spoon me, and as I closed my eyes and relished the warm press of his lips on the back of my neck, I understood what he meant.

Iwashis.

He did have me like this.

And it was the euphoria that I never could have imagined being this bold and bright, this sweet and sensual as this.

For a long while, he lay with me and comforted me from the aftershocks of coming for the first time. Notthefirst time, since I experimented with toys and pleasuring myself, but that didn’t compare.

At all.

“So that’s what the fuss is about,” I joked quietly. The gentle caresses of his hand up and down my arm soothed me almost to falling asleep in his arms.

He chuckled, hugging me tighter before leaning up on one elbow to peer down at me. “Thanks.”

I looked up at him, stroking my hand over his face. Seeing him so unguarded and not trying to act cool was still such a marvel that I wanted to stare at his face and memorize every detail. “Thanks?”

“For letting me have the honor of being your first.” He grinned, so cocky about it.

I pulled his head down to kiss him, tasting a lingering bit of my essence on his tongue. Before we could get too heated for more, he reared back and smiled at me. “What’s that?” Tipping his head toward my closet, he prompted me to follow his line of sight.

I turned, glancing at the gown that hung from a hanger. It was hooked over the top of the closet door, the silver shimmering a little under the light overhead. The rotation of the ceiling fan blades gave the light a little play, emphasizing the sparkle of the embellishments on my sister’s dress.

“A hand-me-down.”

He traced feather-light circles on my shoulder, and I shivered, loving that soft touch. “I thought you weren’t going to the dance,” he said as he tugged my blanket up to cover us.

A bully to a sweetheart. From teasing me to wanting me covered with a blanket. He’d pulled a hell of a one-eighty that I couldn’t fully trust. Even after how he’d made me come.

“I’m not. Davina is still debating whether she wants to solo. She didn’t want to buy a dress, and I said I had that one.”

“Go with me.”

I looked away from Natasha’s hand-me-down and peered at him, thinking he was joking. “What?” I couldn’t help but laugh a couple of times.

“Go to the dance with me.”

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