Page 65 of The Devil's Scars

She stared up at him, and suddenly, a hint of confusion was in those luminous green eyes.

“Oh, no, baby. Don’t do that.” He kissed her more gently now, little kisses that dusted over her perfect cheekbones, her pert little nose, her rosebud lips. “Relax, Zoe. Please.”

Unbelievably, she did. Her upper body lowered to the desk, her legs loosened around him, her arms rested on the desk beside her. And Zoe just lay there, quiet and watchful under Scars’ heated, molten gaze. Watching him watch her.

When his hands moved to the snap of her jeans, paused, stilled, Zoe shut her eyes as every sensation on earth washed over her, inside and out. He didn’t move, and she knew that he was staring fixedly at her face. He was waiting, and she knew that she wanted what he wanted to give her. Just tonight, just a little bit, just for a little while.

God, I’m lonely.

She opened her eyes, and found herself arching under that blue stare. Offering herself to him, opening herself to him.

“Yes.”

“Yes, baby?” he breathed, his hands still unmoving. “Really yes?”

“Yes.”

That was all that he needed, she saw. He was sure that she was sure… and he was off.

Her boots were unzipped and off in thirty seconds. Her jeans were unsnapped and down and on the floor fifteen seconds after that. Her panties and socks joined them five seconds later. And his fingers were on her hot sex two seconds after her lower body was fully exposed to his eyes, his hands, his mouth.

Oh, Lord, his mouth.

He kissed his way up her thighs, his fingers still stroking and teasing her. He reached her pussy, and his tongue replaced his fingers so quickly, so seamlessly, that it took her a few seconds to realize what he was doing.

“Scars!” she gasped as he licked her hot center, long, slow sweeps up and down her full, aching length. Her eyes slammed shut to more fully experience the pleasure. “Oh, my God…”

His response was to zero in on her clit now, to give it fast, hard flicks, and when her spine started to vibrate, he backed up, slowed down, returned to his lazy, deep strokes with his tongue. Tasting her fully, lapping her sweetness. Sucking her nectar into his mouth before greedily plundering for more.

Zoe was rapidly losing control. She was vaguely aware that her hands were buried in his dark hair, that she was digging her heels into the desk so her raised hips met and moved with his kisses, that she was moaning and begging and saying his name over and over.

Suddenly, he was gone, and she opened her eyes, bewildered.

“You’re close, aren’t you, beautiful?” he said, his voice breathless. “I can tell you’re gonna come for me any second.”

She nodded frantically, choking on words, needs, desires.

“Well… you’re gonna look at me when that happens, Zoe. Don’t you dare to close your eyes. You let me see it wash over you, you let me see that you know what I’m doing to you. I want to see how much you enjoy it, how bad you need that sweet relief. Clear?”

She nodded again.

“Say it, baby.”

“Yes,” she said brokenly. “Clear.”

Scars leaned over her now, his weight on his left hand that was clenched in her tousled curls spread over the desk, his right hand between her splayed legs. He gripped her hair hard, held her head in place, exactly where he wanted it. She couldn’t move an inch either side, and she loved it, loved the way that he’d just taken control, so simply and completely.

“Now,” he whispered as he slipped two fingers inside her. “Look at me while I play with my beautiful angel.”

“Ah!” she breathed, her body straining for more, for everything. “Scars…”

He didn’t respond; he just nailed that hard, astonishing gaze to her face, and watched her as he started to drive his fingers inside her body, in rhythmic thrusts. He moved deep, reached for the heart of her, impaled her to the desk with his touch. Zoe twisted, writhed, shuddered, and he chuckled as she clutched the edge of the desk.

“Huh.” He withdrew his fingers. “I think you need just a bit more.”

“Scars…”

“Mmmm-hmmm. I know, baby. Shhh. Hang on a minute.”

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