Page 61 of Deviant

“Both.” She lifted her head, lips seeking mine, and I inched out of reach.

“I can tell you there’s only two of its kind.” Taking the key between my thumb and forefinger, I trailed the metal across her lips. “One’s around my neck.”

“And the other one?”

“With Jax for safekeeping.”

“What if we need it, and he’s not around?”

“Then I guess a locksmith will find out how sexually depraved we are. The people of Dante’s Pass will grab their pitchforks.”

“Good thing I’m a willing prisoner.”

My cock grew as hard as a steel rod again just thinking of all the things I wanted to do to her in this house. She’d get plenty of pain from me, followed by plenty of orgasms as long as she obeyed.

I drew an errant curl away from her forehead. “Thank you.”

An adorable crease formed between her brows. “For what?”

“Indulging me downstairs.”

“I’ll do anything for you.”

She had, and she would, but tonight, the depravity would have to wait. She’d given me a taste of it with Jax in the living room. Now it was all about her.

Loving her.

Body to body. Soul to soul.

“How wet are you?”

“I’m drenched.”

I laced our fingers and let the weight of my body pin her to the bed. Her tits heaved against my chest, and she spread her legs, bent them at the knees. Dug her heels into the mattress in desperation.

“This is your night now,” I said, brushing my lips over each shuttered lid, the perfect end of her nose, the seam of her mouth. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

As laughter rumbled in my chest, I tugged on her lower lip with my teeth. “You’ve already got me. Your shackle is on my finger, babe.”

“And yours is on mine.”

“Oh, I plan to shackle more than your finger.”

Her brilliant gaze bore into me, and I felt the force of it arrow through my heart. “Make love to me, Rafe.”

It was as simple as that. Tonight, she didn’t want my darkness. She wanted the light.

But without a little darkness, there could be no light.

As I devoured her mouth, I pushed into her wet heat, and we settled into a languid tempo. Our fingers clutched each other. Tongues mated. Teeth nipped. She put her soul into our kiss, her desperation vibrating in a whimpering moan.

“I’m so close,” she whispered. “Slower…oh God…slower.”

I thrust to the hilt and froze. Going still inside her would drive her mad, which only made me determined to claim her cunt like this for as long as possible until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Pushing her hands above her head, I anchored them to the mattress and peeked at her budded nipples.

“Don’t stop.” She arched into me, groin to groin.

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