Page 127 of Dance of Devils
The music stops, and her chest heaves as she delicately holds the pose.
“And that?” she breathes, her body trembling under my touch.
“That,” I murmur quietly, leaning down to let my lips brush her ear, drawing a quiet little gasp from her throat, “was perfection.”
For a second, time stops.
She’s the one to break the moment eventually, slowly turning in my arms to face me. I keep my hand on her wrist, and when she twists into me, my arm snakes around her, pulling her tight against my chest.
She’s still breathing hard, her breasts heaving against me as her crystal blue eyes lock with my dark pools. Electricity crackles between us. Every nerve in my body tunes to hers—sensing her, touching her, inhaling her feminine, slightly floral scent as my eyes stay riveted to hers.
Her breath catches. Her lips part, glistening as the lower one trembles and begs to be fucking devoured.
It’s that little tremble that finishes me. With a groan, I crush my mouth to hers, growling into her mouth as I kiss her fiercely. Brooklyn moans, her lips parting and her tongue tangling with mine as I utterlyclaimher mouth.
It’s a riot of panted breaths, nipping teeth and soft, swirling tongues as I clutch her tightly to me.
Finally she pulls back, her eyes wild as they search mine, her lips swollen and bruised from my kisses.
“I don’t want to be told what I am and am not ready for anymore,” she whispers quietly, her head slowly shaking side to side. “You don’t scare me.This,” she chokes, sliding her hand to my chest, her fingers over my heart, “doesn’t scare me.”
“Brooklyn—”
“You keep telling me I’m not ready for you. And I’m fucking telling you,I am.”
My jaw sets. My eyes spark, pure need and hunger surging through my veins.
“Go to my bedroom,” I growl quietly.
Her eyes open wide in shock. Her throat bobs as she swallows and nods.
“When you get there, take off all your clothes. Then get on my bed on all fours, facing the pillows.”
“And then?” she breathes.
“And then, babygirl,” I growl quietly, “we’ll see how ready you really are.”
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BROOKLYN
I’ve never beenin here before.
It’s not a new revelation as I step into Kir’s bedroom. But it’s the first time that it’s hit me with this much of a punch.
I shiver as I walk across the floor of thehuge, elegant, very masculine room. It smells like him in here—that clean citrus mixed with a hint of pine. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with his scent as my eyes drink in my surroundings.
The details of the room are sohim. Dark walls. Gold and brass accents. A fireplace on one side of the room, across from the enormous king-sized bed.
“When you get there, take off all your clothes, then get on my bed on all fours, facing the pillows.”
My heart races as I slowly walk over to the bed. I run my hand over the duvet, my skin prickling as if lightning is about to strike. Moving to the head of the bed, I blush when I lean down to inhale the scent of him off the pillows.
I’ve been turned on ever since I felt him move with me on the dance floor—when his fingers snaked around my hip and his touch guided my movements.
But now, I’m so wet and ready for him that I’m shaking.
I peel off my clothes, setting them aside before I climb onto the bed. For a second, I lie across it on my back, luxuriating in the erotic feel ofhisbed andhissheets and duvet underneath my bare body.
