Page 41 of The Devil's Chaos

“You’re so wet,” he breathed, desire bleeding into his words. “Open your eyes,” his voice a deep rumble now.

I looked up at him, and he lifted his hips, positioning himself at my entrance. And then, without warning, he thrust into me, filling me completely. I cried out, my voice ragged with pain and pleasure. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The cold metal of his piercings rubbed against my most sensitive spots, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body. My legs wrapped around his waist as I felt his grip on my hips tighten, pulling me closer with each thrust. His lips found mine, his kiss firm and demanding as if he needed to taste me as much as I needed to feel him inside of me. My hands clawed at the sheets, desperately holding on as he moved within me.

“God, don’t stop,” I pleaded breathlessly.

“There’s no God in this room,” he growled, his breath hot on my skin. “What I’m going to do with you would have even the devil blushing.”

And he was right. We were tapping into something raw and untamed, connecting on a level that transcended physical pleasure. Every thrust of his hips, every brush of his piercings, every caress of his lips on mine, and every ragged breath we shared was a testament to the darkness of our souls. The bed trembled beneath us as we moved, the force of his thrusts echoing off the walls. Sweat dripped from our bodies, mingling with the salty taste of our skin.

I clung to him like a lifeline, my nails digging into his back, my legs wrapping tighter around his waist. There was pain—pain from his piercings and the size of him stretching my walls to the limit. But I relished it. I needed to feel this pain mixed with pleasure. I needed him to consume me mentally and physically until there was nothing left but him. I needed him to make meforget every man before him. His dark eyes met mine as if he could read my mind, and his hand cupped my face, commanding my attention.

“I'm going to kiss you until you forget about them, taste you until you forget their touch, and love you until you forget they ever existed."

And with that promise, he devoured me, his lips and tongue claiming every inch of my mouth. My hands gripped his hair, pulling him closer as I felt my body responding to his touch, to his dominance. I moaned into his mouth as he continued to kiss me. His hips moved in a slow, ecstatic rhythm, and I could feel his cock swelling inside me, growing more immense with every thrust.

He pulled away, his eyes reflecting the intensity of the moment, and then lifted my legs up and over his shoulders, positioning me in a way that allowed him even deeper access. I cried out as he thrust into me again, the angle making every sensation more intense. His hands gripped my knees, holding them in place as he continued to fuck me with unrelenting, primal force. My body shook, and I arched my back, gasping for breath as the pleasure overtook me and the familiar tightening in my core consumed me.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I cried, my body trembling uncontrollably.

I screamed his name as my climax destroyed me, just as his thrusts became more erratic, his moans grew louder, and then, finally, he released himself inside me, his hot seed spilling into me. And for a brief moment, there was only us, lost in each other and the raw power of our connection. It was in this moment that I knew I had surrendered to him completely, my soul and body now his to keep.

Slowly, he lifted himself off me and looked into my eyes, his gaze intense and filled with a depth I couldn't fathom. He kissed me gently, and as our lips parted, he whispered in my ear,"Remember this moment, for it is the beginning of something that will consume us both."

21

TWENTY-ONE

KAI

Ididn’t remember falling asleep next to her. The last thing I remembered was her curling into the crook of my arm, her slender fingers tracing the tattoos on my chest. The next thing I knew, I was being woken up by the smell of bacon. I felt the space beside me and discovered that Haven wasn’t there. I opened my eyes, blinking several times to clear the fogginess from my vision. I sat up and looked around the cabin, the sound of clanking in the kitchen catching my attention. After leaving the bed and retrieving a pair of gray sweatpants from my dresser, I headed toward the kitchen. What I saw when I approached had me stopping in my tracks and staying hidden so I could keep watching.

Haven was wearing one of my red flannel shirts that was too big on her, and her toned legs were bare, glistening in the morning sunlight streaming through the cabin window. She moved with a fluid grace, her movements almost hypnotic as she flipped the sizzling bacon in the pan. The scent of breakfast mixed with her delicate perfume created a heady aroma that filled the room and intoxicated my senses. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her, the way her hair fell in soft waves downher back, the subtle curve of her lips as she hummed a tune to herself.

Seeing her in my shirt, looking so at ease in my space, stirred something primal within me. She moved around the kitchen as if it were her own, completely unaware of my presence. I stepped closer, closing the distance between us without making a sound. As she reached up to grab a spice from the cabinet, the shirt rode up slightly, revealing a sliver of her round ass. Before I could stop myself, I reached out and trailed my fingers along her exposed skin.

She gasped softly, freezing in place as my touch scared her. Slowly, she turned to face me, her eyes meeting mine with a mischievous glint as she caught me. Without breaking eye contact, I stepped closer to her, the air thick with tension as we stood only inches apart. Haven's breath hitched as she looked up at me with her lips slightly parted in anticipation. I reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, my fingertips grazing her skin gently. Her eyes fluttered closed at the intimate gesture as a soft sigh escaped her lips.

Without breaking eye contact, she leaned back against the kitchen counter, the flannel shirt draping over her like an irresistible veil, teasingly revealing hints of the curves beneath. I stood there, captivated by her boldness and the way she met my gaze head on, unflinching. The aroma of bacon still lingered in the air, but it was overshadowed by the charged energy that enveloped us both. Time seemed to slow down as we stood locked in a silent battle of wills, each daring the other to make the next move.

Finally, a sly smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she broke the silence. "Enjoying the view?" Her voice was a velvety whisper as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my skin.

"I can't say it's the worst view I've had," I replied, matching her playful tone. Her smile widened, a glimmer of perversity dancing in her eyes as she pushed herself off the counter, stepping even closer until there was barely any space left between us. The scent of her perfume enveloped me, a heady mix of vanilla and musk that made my head spin.

"Hmm, good to know," she purred, tilting her head slightly as if contemplating her next move. And then, without warning, she surprised me by standing up on her tiptoes and pressing her lips to mine in a daring kiss. The world around us faded away as we lost ourselves in the moment, the taste of her lingering on my lips like a sweet addiction.

As our lips parted, I pulled away slightly, my breath ragged as I stared into her eyes. “What are you doing to me?”

Without a word, she placed her hands on my chest and gently traced the outline of my muscles. “You didn’t have much in the pantry, but I found some eggs that weren’t expired, a pack of frozen bacon, and a few other goodies.” She gestured toward the kitchen island, where I saw a mixing bowl and a whisk.

“One night together, and you’re already cooking for me?” I teased her.

She nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Wait until you see what else I can do.”

I couldn't help but chuckle at her playful demeanor, admiring how she effortlessly switched from seductive to lighthearted in seconds. As we moved together in the kitchen, our laughter filled the room, blending with the clinking of utensils and the sizzle of bacon on the stove. She cracked eggs with practiced ease, her hair falling in loose waves around her face as she focused on finishing breakfast. I couldn't tear my gaze away, captivated by the simple domesticity of the moment juxtaposed against the undeniable chemistry that crackled between us.

As she whisked the ingredients together, I stepped behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder. She leaned back against me, pouring batter onto the sizzling pan; I pressed a soft kiss against her neck.

“Do you always cook like this for your one-night stands?”

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