Page 100 of Dance of Devils
“But you owe menothing,” he growls into my ear, sending a bolt of electricity directly between my legs. “And this stops whenever you?—”
“I don’t ever want you to stop,” I choke.
A low growl rumbles in his chest as he nips at my neck.
He pushes my thighs wider apart, my breath coming in ragged, staccato bursts as he slowly trails his mouth down my neck.
“You’remine, now, babygirl,” he murmurs.
Fuck me…
A whimpered mewl falls from my lips as his mouth slides over my collarbone.
“Every.”
He bites my skin, making me moan.
“Single.”
His mouth drops to the gentle slope of my breasts.
“Fucking.”
My breath hitches as his mouth hovers a quarter of an inch from my swollen, pebbled nipple, making me ache for him.
“Part of you.”
My eyes roll back, my mouth opening with a low whine as he wraps his lips around the aching bud and sucks. His tongue swirls around it, and I whimper loudly as my head drops back.
Holy fucking hell.
How does that feelsogood?
He’s barely even touching me, and?—
My eyes bulge, my mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure as Kir’s hand slips between my thighs and cups my pussy.
“Mmmm,” he growls into my breast as he tongues my nipple.
He strokes two fingers over me, opening me up and making me blush as I feel how fucking embarrassingly wet I am, leaking all over his fingers.
“Such aneedypussy,” he murmurs darkly.
I whimper when he eases those fingers against my opening, slowly starting to sink them into me as I gasp in pleasure.
“Fuck, babygirl,” he purrs, sliding his mouth back up my chest to my neck, until his lips are against my ear. I moan when he drives both fingers into me, curling them deep in a stroking motion that sends me reeling. “Do you feel how your greedy little cunt strangles my fingers, little sinner?” he murmurs darkly.
I jolt when his mouth trails up my jaw again to hover a breath away from my lips.
“I can’t wait to feel this pretty pussy stretched tight around my cock.”
Holy. Fucking. HELL.
In one explosive moment, he crushes his lips to mine, kissing me hungrily and making me cry out into his mouth as his fingers saw in and out of my pussy. The wet sound of my arousal squelching all over his fingers makes my face burn. But he keeps kissing me, swallowing my moans, dancing his tongue with mine, and I start to melt against his hand.
I whimper in frustration when he slips his fingers from my pussy. But then he suddenly shoves me back across the bed, and?—
Oh God…
