Page 62 of The Owner's Temptation

My orgasm rushes through me like a wave I didn’t see coming. It punches the breath from my lungs, makes my knees tremble, forces my mouth open on a soft, broken moan. His name dances on the edge of my tongue—but I don’t say it.

Not out loud.

My body melts forward, chest pressing to the comforter as the last aftershocks ripple through me.

But I’m not done.

Because now I imagine his voice again, softer this time.

“That’s it,”he says,“but I’m not finished with you yet.”

Sitting up, I put one foot on the edge of the bed and hook my panties aside with my finger. I run the toy down my pussy, gathering the slickness on the head of the vibrator.

"Such a filthy little thing… wanting more."

It’s not Lucian in my head anymore.

It’sthe Devil.

Dark mask. Hard hands. Warm breath that runs down my neck as he breathes me in.

"Look at you—dripping. Beautiful. You want the Devil to ruin you, don’t you?"

I release a shuttered breath in response to the man in my imagination.

Mouth wet and hungry as he drops to his knees in front of me.

"I bet your sweet cunt is clenching so tight right now—wishing it was my cock.”

The pressure in my core tightens again, fast and sharp. I rub the toy in tight, rhythmic strokes and grind against it, chasing that second high with abandon.

"Keep rubbing that pretty clit for me. Just like that. Don’t you dare stop."

I picture him moving my hand out of the way—slowly, deliberately—claiming me with his mouth.

Tasting me like he’s starved.

Like he’s waited for this moment. For me.

I’ve never felt that before.

Never had someone want me like that. Not like that.

My ex wouldn’t even try. Always had an excuse, a complaint.

But the Devil?

He devoured that woman like worship. Like sin. Like pleasure was his only god.

And now I want to know what it feels like to be opened up like that. Ruined by a tongue and a growl and the weight of him holding me still while I come undone.

"This mouth was made to taste you, little one. So let me."

I imagine it—the warmth of his breath, the scrape of his stubble. What his hot tongue would feel like swirling around my clit, sucking the pleasure from me as his rough voice like a caress, just before he wrecked me.

"Come for me, little one. Right here, right now—make the Devil proud."

And then I’m gone again—head thrown back, mouth open, hips moving shamelessly, legs shaking as the orgasm crashes into me like a wave breaking against rock.

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