Page 91 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

I can do this.

I lean down, brushing my lips over his. He places one hand on the back of my head, holding me so gently, I know I could pull away. Placing a hand against the side of his cheek, I press my lips harder.

Our mouths move together. His is softer than I expected, with only a slight scratching sensation from the rasp of his short beard.

He lets me control the kiss completely. Feeling braver, I press my tongue against his seam, and he opens for me. Again, he leaves it up to me how far I take it, mimicking my actions instead of instigating any of his own. It’s nice, pleasant, but doesn’t tell me anything about how he’s feeling, and how much he reciprocates what I feel for him.

My nostrils are filled of the scent of leather, and a spicy aroma from the soap he’s just used.

Leather, leather, leather.

It’s the scent I associate most with Duke.

Moaning into Niran’s mouth, I press my lips down harder, trying to find the uniqueness of the man himself while simultaneously wanting to tear myself away and run. My heart beats faster, and I grow lightheaded.

If I don’t do this now, I never will.

Driven by a need to prove myself normal, that I can move on from Duke, I suddenly swing my leg over his lap so I’m straddling him. It’s awkward as hell on the wheelchair, but he uses his hands to steady me.

He’s hard. He’s enormous, I can feel, as I grind myself down, my movements getting more and more frantic.

“Saffie, Saffie. Stop.” Niran’s superstrength arms lift me.

“No,” I wail, trying to reclaim my position.

“Fuck, Saffie. If I really thought you were into this, I’d take everything you’re offering me. But you’re not. I can fuckin’ tell.”

“I am!” I cry out, though whether to persuade me or him I don’t know. If I don’t do this, claim him as my man, I’ll never be his old lady, and I’ll have nowhere to go.

Somehow he’s lifted me right off his body, and unless I’m going to fall, I have to stand on my feet.

“Saffie.” He’s sitting up, leaning forward, his hands still steadying me. “You don’t want this. Not yet.”

“I do.” I feel my face burn. “I thought you wanted me too.”

His face tightens as if he’s trying to control himself. “Believe me, I fuckin’ do. I’d give anything to take what you’re offering, but, Saffie, this isn’t the way it should be. You shouldn’t have to force yourself. I can tell you’re not aroused. Or are you going to lie to me?” His eyes blaze into me. “When you’re ready, we’ll both know it. You’ll be begging for my hands, my mouth, my cock. You’ll be so turned on you won’t be able to help yourself. I won’t make a move before then.”

He’s suggesting I’d be so desperate for him that I’d beg? Sex had never been that important to me, just an act to get over and done with, and preferably without discomfort of pain. It’s not something I need, it’s all for him.

I pull out of his hold and stand, my chest heaving as though I’ve just sprinted. I thought I’d gotten up the nerve. Thought him being aroused was enough, then he’d take over. If he fucked me, he’d tie us together.

But he’s thrown it back in my face.

Duke’s out there, still coming after me. And Niran? How long will he put up with a broken woman and protect me?

Embarrassed, scared, I rush for the door and run out of it.

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