Page 74 of Devil's Bride

Did he also know my attraction to him was increasing viscerally? Another wave of nerves rushed through me and I almost tittered with laughter, but as he rolled his lips to my other hardened bud, I moaned instead.

The tingling sensations continued.

“Touch me, Genevieve. I want to know you want me.” His actions became rougher once again, close to becoming brutal as he bit down on my nipple.

I brushed my palms over his shoulders, touching the scars on his back. As my fingers moved over them, he lifted his head.

There was an even more primal way he was looking at me, a true predatory stance. His smile was lopsided as he breathed, his eyes already hooded as if drunk on lust.

As he started to slowly lower to his knees, prickles erupted on my skin. Even the way he unfastened my jeans was sexy as hell. After he pulled the zipper, I rested my head against the wall. Why was I shaking so badly?

He pressed his face between my legs, inhaling deeply.

“You smell so damn sweet, Genevieve. Peaches. Cherries.”

I was so wrought with excitement I almost demanded he make a choice. He was almost gentle in untying and removing my boots, taking his time in doing so.

This was his house and these were his rules.

As he tugged on my jeans, I realized I’d never been so turned on in my life. We were little more than strangers even after everything we’d been through. That allowed me to feel greedy without experiencing guilt. What this meant from here, I didn’t know and didn’t care.

I looked away as he helped me step out of the tight denim, whimpering softly as he slid his hand between my legs.

“You’re so wet for me. Aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I like that.” He took another exaggerated whiff, holding his breath and I couldn’t help but stare down at him.

The sweet brutality of his actions continued as he grabbed a handful of lace, snapping his wrist. The shock of both the deed and the force pitched me forward.

“Don’t worry. I’ll catch you if you fall.”

Somehow, I knew he would.

“Spread for me, Genevieve. Spread your thighs so I can see your perfect pussy.”

Every word he said to me created a tingle of embarrassment, but I did as he asked, even bending my legs slightly and arching the balls of my feet.

He chuckled as he blew a swath of hot air between my legs, gripping both my thighs.

I smashed my hands against the wall, shifting my head from side to side. This time when I caught my reflection, I made a silly face. This wasn’t the woman I’d thought I would become. This was someone I no longer recognized. Obviously not satisfied, he pressed them even wider apart.

“Watch me. Don’t take your eyes off me.”

His voice was gruff, huskier than before and I did as he commanded, blinking several times as another wave of nerves sputtered through me. I felt like putty in his hands as he rubbed my inner thighs with his callused fingers.

Butterflies swarmed my stomach with the first dart of his tongue on my clit. I froze as he swirled the tip of a single finger, no longer worried about who I was or who he was.

Our identities and job descriptions no longer mattered. All that did was the pleasure consuming me.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes. Hell, yes.” What wasn’t to like?

He repeated the move before sliding the same finger down my pussy. Even though my vision was hazy, I noticed the sly smile on his face just before he drove the finger past my swollen folds. There was no chance of holding back the aching moans at that point. I only prayed that what he’d told me about the walls was true.

I wasn’t ready to face the truth of our destiny with anyone.

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