Page 74 of Accidentally Vacationed with an Incubus

When Devlin finally pulled away, he didn’t move far. He rested his forehead against mine, our breath mingling, leaving me dizzy, weightless, and completely lost in him. Devlin’s lips trailed along my jawline, slow and deliberate, each kiss igniting a fresh spark beneath my skin. His breath was warm as he moved lower, peppering kisses down my neck, lingering over the sensitive spot where my pulse thrummed wildly.

I shivered beneath him, arching instinctively as his mouth traced the delicate slope of my collarbone. His grip on my wrists softened, his fingers featherlight as they drifted down my arms.

A sigh slipped from me as his mouth pressed over my heart, his lips lingering for a long moment before he moved lower, pressing kisses against my breasts, my ribs, my stomach, until the softest whisper of a kiss found the skin just below my navel.

Then his head dipped between my legs.

The first slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue sent a sharp jolt of pleasure rippling through me, my thighs instinctively tightening around him. His tongue was hot and silken, stroking through my slick folds with agonizing patience.

A deep, guttural moan rumbled from his chest as he pressed deeper, the vibration sending little shockwaves through my core. His tongue lapped against me in long, languid strokes, teasing, tasting,devouring.

Then, with a wicked, hungry hum, he pushed inside me.

Not like last night. Last night, he’d been so consumed with his lust that he’d wanted to explore all of me in one go, claiming each part of me again and again.

Tonight, he used his tongue with purpose. This wasn’t a press into me before dragging his tongue back through my folds. This was a slow, sinful promise of what was to come.

And I barely had the brain power to realize that his tongue was inhumanly long, sinuous and flexing, as he stroked my inner walls with slow, rippling precision. My head spun as he curled and pulsed, caressing me in ways I hadn’t even imagined possible. Pleasure built fast, tension coiling in my belly, my hips rolling instinctively to his mouth. He worked me mercilessly, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me open for him as he explored every aching inch of me.

My entire body clenched as my release came crashing over me. A broken cry escaped my lips as wetness flooded from me, my muscles locking, my entire world shattering beneath his mouth.

But Devlin wasn’t finished.

Even as my body trembled, still quaking from my release, he pulled his tongue from me, only to replace it with slow, deliberate kisses along my swollen folds. His mouth found my clit, lips wrapping around it, sucking me into his mouth.

A strangled moan tore from my throat as his fingers pressed against the swell of my belly, a possessive, grounding touch that sent another wave of arousal rolling through me.

Then, finally, his hand slipped lower. His fingertip found where his tongue had just been, my entrance slick and ready for him as he slowly pressed inside me. He held his finger still for a moment before dragging it from me.

“Devlin,” I ground out, begging him for more.

I felt his lips pull into a smile as a second finger joined the first, and I moaned as he pushed inside me. A fresh wave of myarousal coated him, accommodating the glorious stretch as his fingers delved deeper, working me in slow, sensual strokes.

I gasped, my back arching as his fingers curled just right, pressing against that hidden patch of nerves that sent white-hot pleasure exploding through me. His tongue flicked in tandem, matching every pulse and every shudder, until I was writhing beneath him, desperate and overwhelmed, and ready for more.

But he didn’t stop. His fingers massaged that glorious spot until I shattered around him again,and just how the fuck was he doing this to me?Like my pleasure was infinite under his touch? My body shuddered, my release tearing through me in frantic waves. He worked me through every crash, every convulsion, dragging every last drop of pleasure from my body.

And when my screams finally faded into breathless gasps, when my body sagged against the sheets, limp and spent, he pressed a final, lingering kiss against my inner thigh, his voice dark and dangerously satisfied as he murmured, “I could do this all night, little witch.”

Devlin’s lips and chin glistened with my release as he lifted his head from between my legs, his expression dark and ravenous. His inhumanly long tongue slid slowly from between his lips, a wicked, deliberate motion as he licked my arousal from his face, savoring every last drop like it was too precious to waste.

Heat surged through me at the sight, and when he undid the knot to his towel, my breath caught in my throat. His gaze locked onto mine, pupils blown wide with lust. He leaned in, his weight pressing deliciously against me, his elbows braced on either side of me. The warmth of his skin coiled around me, his presence all-consuming. His fingers found my wrist, wrapping around it with a gentleness that made my chest ache. Slowly, he guided my palm to his chest, resting it over the heavy, erratic thump of his heart.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you, my little witch?” he murmured, his voice rough, crackling as if the words were slipping out against his will. “How you’ve made every beat of this finally feel like it means something.”

Emotion knotted tight in my throat, and I had to physically bite down on my cheek to stop myself from blurting out the three words clawing at the tip of my tongue.

My legs wrapped around his waist, my heels pressing into the small of his back as I guided him forward. A sharp breath hissed through his teeth as the thick, heavy weight of his tip pressed against my entrance, parting my slick folds.

The first slow slide of him stole the air from my lungs, and Gods—the heat, the stretch of him, the way every nerve in my body seemed to react to him—it was everything. And that was just the tip of him.

A guttural groan tore from Devlin’s throat, his jaw clenching as he felt my arousal, how ready I was for him. He cast me one final, searching glance, his lips brushing mine in a soft, grounding kiss before pushing forward, inch by blissfully agonizing inch.

A breathy moan slipped past my lips as my body adjusted to the slow, exquisite stretch.

His entire body shuddered above me, every muscle vibrating with restraint. It looked as if it took everything in him to rasp, “Just stop me if it’s too much, Jen.”

Hades himself couldn’t get me to say the words “Meat Loaf” right now.

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