Page 75 of Devil's Bride

There was no stopping the man even if I’d wanted to. He pulled one leg over his shoulder, lifting my other foot off the floor as he slid me up the wall by several inches.

“Oh, my. God. That’s so…” Why was it around him that my tongue was tied?

I cinched my eyes shut as he thrust another finger inside, then forced me to watch as he opened his mouth, lowering his head and engulfing my pussy.

With this man I was a ball of wanton lust and urgency, the soar of electricity even greater than when he’d fucked me the first time.

“So fucking wet. So hot.”

His mumbles were ragged, the wash of his breath turning me into molten lava. I gasped, crying out again and again as he made good on his promise to feast like a king.

He kept one leg tossed casually over his shoulder, pulling me forward every few seconds so I’d be forced to arch my back even more. I struggled to reach for him, needing something to ground me. He was a man on fire, using four fingers to drive me into nirvana as he sucked and nipped my clit until my entire pussy was sensitive.

Just as with all our brutal rounds of sex, a climax caught me off guard. The wave kicked my butt as it rushed into me. Lights flickered and flashed in front of my eyes and this time, I was breathless. There was no sound, no air in my lungs.

But the vibrations were everything a bad girl needed. The moment and the experience were exquisite, exactly everything a woman could ever want.

As a second orgasm spilled over the first, the sensations became painfully beautiful and nothing else mattered but that moment. My heart skittered, my pulse raced, and while I was being ravished, I was floating on air.

This wasn’t supposed to make me feel this way. I wasn’t this girl. He wasn’t this man. But together we were combustible.

As the fleeting wave began to ebb, he eased me onto my feet and rose to his full height. Panting, I managed to look him in the eyes as he dragged his tongue around his lips. Damn him for making eating pussy look so incredibly sinful and hot.

After raking his fingers down my chest, he took a step away. There was still no urgency in undressing. He knew he had me under some crazy kind of spell. I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was he. We were locked together in a sequence of unholy events, but this was the final claiming before I was forced to honor the commitment of marriage.

It dawned on me that I didn’t completely hate the idea. That should concern me deeply, but nothing would right now.

Jago’s eyes were full of possession as he finished undressing. They were so powerful in how they drew me in that I couldn’t stop staring at them. But when he released his cock, my gaze was drawn to the incredible creation. A thing of perfection, standing out long and proud. I wanted to be able to drop to my knees in exchange for the ecstasy he’d provided me, but I sensed almost immediately he wasn’t going to allow that to happen. His sense of need returned as soon as he was naked.

His hands were on me again, caressing my breasts as he towered over me. He had a magical way of keeping me enticed even as he pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The pain was lovely, delicious in every way and he was rewarded with a series of moans that I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

His statement somehow made the moment that much sexier.

He lifted me off the floor once again, wrapping my hips around his thighs. I stared down at the throbbing, almost purple head of his cock just before he aligned it against my entrance. My pussy was already clenching in anticipation. He was so large I’d been afraid I couldn’t take him, but as with everything about the man, he’d already proved me wrong.

I sensed he was losing control and wanted nothing more than to push him to do so. When I gripped his shoulders, panting in his face, he laughed softly.

“Careful there, my sweet Genevieve. I just might wreck you.”

“Do it.”

He tipped his head to the side before he pushed his cock halfway into my tight channel. The mischievous look on his face forced me to purse my lips. Was the bastard testing me?

I arched my back and dug my knees into his sides. Goosebumps had already chased themselves over every inch of my skin more than a few times. His eyes lit up once again and he thrust the remainder of his shaft inside. He remained where he was, his breathing becoming heavier. I enjoyed the quiet moment as we stared into each other’s eyes. This was the calm before the storm.

My muscles tensed then cinched around the thick invasion. No man should be allowed to be so big and long. I bit my lip as he pulled out, even digging my nails into his skin.

His loss of control continued and he started fucking me like the true savage he was.

The brutal thumping built another wave of lava that threatened to overheat us both. But he wasn’t about to stop, now fucking me as if his life depended on it.

I scratched his back, not on purpose, but in doing so all I could think about was that I’d marked him like he was doing with me.

Only he was using his scent and this time I might allow it to linger for a long time.

The strain on his face was mesmerizing, the twitch of his mouth keeping me entertained.

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