Page 41 of Heart of a Devil

His eyes pop open wide, and he grins. “Don’t let me stop you, babe.”

I pull a face. “Nah. I’ve lost the element of surprise now. I’ll sneak up on you sometime when you least expect it. Sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” he says, rooting around in the freezer and coming up with waffles. I look on as he works, admiring the broad shoulders, the powerful arms, the firm, round ass underneath his boxers. “I can feel you staring at me, you deviant.”

I move behind him and slide my arms around his waist. “Fuck,” he says on a sigh. “That feels good. And I like you in my shirt.”

I lean my face against his back and drop little kisses across the faint lines on his skin. “How did you get your scars?” I ask. “These, and the one on your neck.”

“Would you believe shark attack in the Thames?”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

He turns around to face me, his arms crushing me against him, his hand running up my side. “Well, the neck scar wasearned the old-fashioned way—from a bloke who brought a knife to a fistfight. The others… Well, they’re older. They’re little reminders of who I used to be. A scared little boy who couldn’t defend himself when his old man had too much to drink.”

I touch his back, caressing his flesh as though I can rub the marks and the memories away. “I’m sorry that happened to you. It breaks my heart to think of you so vulnerable.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It all helped make me who I am today. And you and I both know it’s the scars you can’t see that hurt the most. They take a lot longer to heal. How are you this morning?”

I press myself against him. He’s right, we both carry scars—but we also have the ability to heal each other and ourselves, and sex is one of the ways Seb and I seem to do that. It seems like we both need some of that sexual healing right now.

“Oh, you know—horny as hell.”

Laughing, he guides me toward a chair and gestures for me to sit at the table. “As usual. Me too, but I want to talk first.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, spreading my thighs wide enough for him to see everything between them. I desperately want him to touch me there, with his tongue, his fingers, his cock, anything at all. I need to feel him on me and inside me and all around me.

His dark eyes stare down, and his lip curls as he lets out a growl. “Fuck, look at you… You’re dripping all over that chair. Use your fingers and open your pussy lips for me, Lauren. That’s it, let me see what’s mine…”

I do as I’m told, sucking in a needy breath as my fingers slip and slide on my wet folds. He kneels on the floor before me, staring intensely. “I’m going shopping today, sweetheart. Going to buy a whole new set of toys for us to play with. I really want to fill that gorgeous cunt of yours up with something and watch you fuck yourself with it.”

Shuddering at the images his words plant in my mind, I trail my fingers over my clit, knowing he likes what he sees. “Mmm,I’d love that. Get something big. Something that makes me scream.”

“Oh, I will.” He slips one of his fingers inside me, then quickly adds another, probing the sweet spot that only he ever seems to find. “And maybe I’ll fuck you up the ass at the same time. How does that sound?” I clench against his fingers while I continue to work my swollen bud, my inner walls vibrating with pleasure.

“It sounds so good, Seb. I want that. I want you to take me everywhere. I want to do every bad thing in the world with you.”

He adds another finger, stretching my opening around him and sliding firmly in and out. His tongue traces his lips as he watches me play with myself. “There are no bad things, baby, as long as we both want them. Now, come for me, Lauren. Imagine me chasing you through the woods, taking you down, binding your hands. Imagine me lifting that big ass of yours up and pushing myself inside it while you try to fight me off. You can’t stop me. You have no control. You just have to take it.”

“Oh god, Seb!” His filthy talk always does it for me, and he’s speeding up his finger thrusts as he speaks. On the next thrust, he keeps them inside me and slowly rotates them against my trembling pussy walls, setting off a chain reaction that flows straight to my clit, then on to every cell in my being. As soon as the last shockwave hurtles through my body, he picks me up and lies me flat on the kitchen table so my quivering legs dangle down to the floor.

He quickly spreads them, grabs my hips, and slides his cock into me while sighing my name. “Fuck, you’re so tight and so wet. I can still feel you squeezing me.”

He fucks me like a demon, and when he gets close to the edge, I watch his face, enjoying every micro expression as he comes, his eyes rolling and his mouth twisting in ecstasy. The way we make each other feel seems impossible.

He hoists me up into his arms, still inside me, and my head flops down onto his bare shoulder. Both of us start laughing. “Well. That was better than a blowjob,” he says, finally setting me down. “Now all we need is more coffee, these waffles, and five minutes where we’re not going blind with orgasms. Tell you what, you go back to bed, and I’ll be up in a few.”

“Okay. I’ll do as I’m told, but only because I want to.”

He slaps me on the backside as I skip past him, and before long, he joins me in the bedroom, carrying a tray. I grin at him. “Now, this is what us ladies like—breakfast in bed served by an almost-naked hunk.”

“Yep. You’re one lucky girl.” He passes me a waffle covered in Nutella, which makes me even luckier, and climbs into bed next to me.

“So. About last night,” he says, laughing as I lick chocolate off my fingers. “Did you bring that arsehole to the party to annoy me?”

“Hmmm… Not consciously. It’s not like I sat down and decided,right, I’m going to do this to rub Seb’s nose in it.But I definitely saw that as an appealing by-product. I guess I wanted to hurt you. I wanted you to feel the same way I did when I saw you with your hands on Carla.”

“I get that. Again, I shouldn’t have done it. I knew it was a mistake, but in my defense, you’d pretty much told me to fuck off.”

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