Page 70 of Devilish

Only for him to spread my ass cheeks apart so he could sweep his tongue over me there.

“Breathe out for me, Kai,” he said, and when I did as he instructed, his tongue breached the tight ring of muscle.

I cursed, part of me wishing I could see him between my legs and the other part sinking deep into the sensation.

Lucien devoured me in the same way he did every part of my body, wringing cries out of me when I begged him for more. It was all too much and still not enough, the way he could bring me to the brink of an orgasm and then prevent me from going over the edge. I’d never met anyone so inherently sexual, someone who knew exactly what I liked and needed, even if I didn’t know myself.

His mouth left my hot hole, only to be replaced by his thick cock nudging at my entrance, and I was ready for him to devastate me.

“Please,” I begged again as the tip of his dick teased but didn’t enter.

If I could see him, I had no doubt he would have a sinful smirk on his face, delighting in drawing this out and making me even more desperate for him.

When Lucien pulled back, I started to sit up in protest, only to be held down by the arm restraints.

“So needy,” he said, and just when I opened my mouth to beg again, he drove inside me with one sharp thrust.

I sucked in a breath at the initial intrusion but let it out so my muscles would relax. I wanted Lucien as deep as I could get him, and lucky for me, he wasn’t holding back tonight.

The way he grunted as he drove into me was pure sex, and I welcomed the bite of pain that always came with the initialpenetration. It was the sheer size of him, so thick and long—and fucking perfect—that took a second for my body to adjust to.

When he bottomed out inside me and stayed right there so I felt every incredible inch of him, it wason.

Lucien pulled out to the tip before shoving himself back in, his hands on my knees to give himself leverage. It was a whole different experience not being able to see him or anticipate his moves, and he kept switching up the pace—fast and then achingly slow. Rocking into me inch by inch or slamming home.

I welcomed it all with greedy whispers I wouldn’t dare say if I looked him in the eye. The blindfold made me braver. The moment Lucien switched to jerking off my cock, I took full advantage, lifting my feet from the mattress and wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Naughty boy,” he said, his voice coming out so deep and rumbling that my dick twitched in his grasp. He wasn’t the type to punish, though—I was learning that. Instead, he fingered the slit, coating the head with my slick arousal, while he sank deep inside me.

It was sensory overload in the best way, and all of it made it that much harder to hold on to my already-thin control. I wanted to last all night with Lucien this way.

But then his hips began to move faster, his fist matching the pace. My legs couldn’t hold on any longer, and I dropped my feet back on the bed and focused on not coming.

That was easier said than done, though, when Lucien changed the angle of his hips. His cock slammed right into the sensitive bundle of nerves that made it impossible to hold back the orgasm on the horizon.

My lips parted on a wordless cry as each of Lucien’s thrusts were punctuated with “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

Fireworks exploded behind my eyelids as I came in a rush, trembling with the force of it. It felt like an out-of-bodyexperience as Lucien’s movements became erratic, and when he came with a roar, the heat of his arousal marked my chest and stomach.

“Fuck, Kai,” he said as his hips began to slow.

I tried to lift my legs again, to hold him there, filling me, because I knew the instant he left, I would miss him.

He stilled, rubbing my calves, lingering like he didn’t want to leave either.

But then he slid out of me and pressed a kiss to my knee before moving off the bed.

I was content to lie there as I came down from the high, wondering why I’d ever settled for anything less than this. I never knew it could be this good.

One by one, Lucien freed me from the cuffs, and then a warm, wet towel swept across my chest and stomach, then down my hips and my cock. The mattress dipped and Lucien moved in beside me, pressing a kiss to the palm of my hand before resting it by my side. He repeated the same move on my other hand and massaged both of my wrists as I hummed in contentment.

“You did so good,” he praised, his stroking fingers feeling like heaven against my skin. “Thank you for trusting me.”

When he lifted the blindfold off, I blinked, grateful the light was minimal but enough to see his handsome face. He searched my eyes like he was checking to make sure I was okay, then leaned in to press a kiss between my brows. My body was so spent I couldn’t move if I wanted to. Lucien cradled me in his arms and began to gently peel the dried candle wax off me.

“That…was amazing,” I said, trying not to let my eyes fall closed.

“You sound surprised.”

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