Page 98 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

Clive’s movements had been deliberate and followed a set pattern. A preparative kiss, a quick fumble at my breasts, then moving on to the main event which didn’t last very long. I pretended enjoyment and was thankful for his lack of stamina and when the cuddling part came around. That I couldn’t respond the way he expected was obviously my fault.

Duke took what he wanted, and knowing I was lacking in that department, it hadn’t worried me. At the start, he’d used lube to make up for my lack of natural lubricant.

Niran, though, he’s barely touching me. My body reacts without any instruction from my brain as I push up into his hand.

With his eyes fixed on me as though cataloguing every reaction, he brushes his fingers across my nipples, then pinches one lightly. My back arches as I feel a zing from my breast to my very core.

I wonder if my touch will have the same effect on him?

With my hand still on his bare chest, I find one of his nubs, and apply the same pressure as he did on mine. He groans and briefly closes his eyes.

“Fuck, Saffie, you’ve no idea what you’re doing to me.”

Tempting the beast,I think to myself, but it’s without fear. Even if Niran was mobile and whole, I instinctively know he’d never hurt me, or force me to do more than I wanted.

He moves his hand from my chest and with it removes mine from under his shirt. Grasping my hand firmly, he focuses on my eyes.

“If you want to play, Saffie, I’m happy to oblige. I want to see your glorious tits. I want to suck them, play with them, and if you want, you can do the same to me. If you want to go further, I’ll touch you, play with you, get you off. But that’s as far as it will go tonight. I am not giving you my cock.”

It’s said in a deep growly voice which goes straight to my lady parts, but when the words filter through to me, I frown. “That doesn’t sound very spontaneous.”

Niran’s eyes darken. “You’ve been abused for years, darlin’. I want you to understand exactly what’s going to go down, and have your chance to agree or object to it. I don’t want to inadvertently trigger you or do anything you don’t like. So for now, we’ll agree limits upfront, and that includes you having a safeword. Something you can use to stop me if I accidentally go too far.”

Pressing my lips together, I feel like we’re negotiating a business transaction, not letting our base desires run wild. “I’ll just say no.”

“Sometimes no can mean yes, so you need to be specific.” He chuckles as though it’s a hidden joke.

“What?” When he doesn’t speak, I encourage him again. “Tell me.”

“It’s sick, Saffie. But I was thinking your safeword could be wolf.”

He’s right. It is sick. It’s not funny at all. But nevertheless, I laugh. “Okay, then, I’ll cry wolf if you do anything I don’t want you to.” Then I grow serious again, my body urging me on. “Can I touch you?”

There’s a sharp indrawn breath, then, “Touch all you fuckin’ want. I’m all yours.”

With those words, he pushes himself upright, and rips his t-shirt off over his head. My eyes feast on his body. He’s muscular, his skin smooth, unmarked by tattoos, and gleams with a sheen from the bedside light. My hands reach out of their own volition as I want to see if it’s as soft as it looks. He’s a contrast, hard muscles covered with silky velvet.

He doesn’t move, just lets me explore. When I finger his nipples, he shudders, his muscles rippling under my touch. It makes me feel powerful.

“I’ve shown you mine,” he mumbles. “Now show me yours.”

I’m not perfection like him. My boobs which had swelled during my pregnancy are less firm than they were before. My ribs still show after the weight I’ve lost and not yet put back on, and my stomach is decidedly pouchy. When Niran raises an eyebrow, I wince, then sit up and slowly pull my shirt over my head, then half turn, partly to throw my tank top down and partly to avoid looking straight at him.

His fingers touch my lower back and I freeze as he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Duke made me,” I tell him quietly, while in my head it all comes back. Me being held down while Weasel, the club’s tattooist marked me, Property of Duke.

Niran traces the wording, and I wonder how angry he’ll be. No man wants to see another’s name on his woman’s body.

But when he speaks, it’s not to admonish or blame me, nor indicate he’s turned off. Instead, he informs me, “Club’s got a great tattoo artist, Blaze. He’ll come up with something to cover this. It might be a cliché, but I can see a phoenix rising from the ashes, or something like that. Something beautiful, instead of this ugly reminder.”

“I think I’d like that.” I want every physical trace of Duke erased, and eventually, hopefully, to expunge him from my brain.

“Now turn and show those tits to me.” Hesitantly, I do, only to be rewarded by him breathing out, “Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.”

Embarrassed by the lust in his eyes, I want to hide myself, so I move against him, pressing my chest against his. The feeling of skin on skin and the heat exchange between us makes my clit twinge. He feels so right.

He holds me tight for a moment, his hands stroking my back. Then, applying a little pressure, he pushes me back and lifts his hands. His heated eyes are the only thing touching me, but I feel my skin burn. He lowers his mouth and so gently mouths the tip of my nipple.

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