Page 140 of Dance With A Devil
And with that, I turn and start moving, half-limp, half-daring, all naked.
I don’t get far.
His hand tangles in my hair, yanking me back into him. I gasp, legs stumbling beneath me as I feel fabric being tied across my eyes.
“Couldn’t wait.” His voice is rougher now, heat burning behind the mask. “Don’t move.”
I obey.
I hear rustling, feel the shift in the air, the thud of something being laid down behind me.
When he pushes me down, I don’t hit leaves or dirt.
It’s… soft. Warm.
My hand grazes the surface, fleece. A blanket.
“You brought a blanket?” I ask, stunned.
“I knew exactly what I planned to do to you. I just wanted you comfortable while I fucked the sweetness out of you.”
A wicked chill drips down my spine. “That’s… thoughtful.”
"Don’t mistake mercy for weakness,” he murmurs as he climbs over me, heavy and deliberate. “Because Iwillbreak you tonight.”
His weight settles between my thighs, breath washing over my drenched core, peppermint and something darker… sage? Blood?
“You smell like sin,” I whisper.
“And you smell like heaven. Is it okay if I taste you?”
God, yes.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please…”
My legs fall open like they were waiting for this moment all my life.
He kisses along the inside of my thighs, slow and possessive. Not sweet,claiming. He bites the meat of my hip and I arch with a cry.
“I haven’t even touched your cunt yet,” he growls. “Don’t fucking come until I say.”
“I, okay, God…”
He licks up my slit once, deliberately slow, dragging his tongue over every inch. I cry out. He growls and grips my thighs tighter, spreading me until I can’t close them even if I wanted to.
Then he devours me.
No teasing. No mercy. Tongue swirling, lips sucking, teeth grazing, I don’t stand a chance. My hands clutch at the blanket, my blindfold damp from sweat.
“You like that, little slut?” he mutters against my clit. “You taste like sin and surrender.”
I moan his name, or Itryto. But I still don’t know which Devil this one is.
“Answer me,” he snaps, slapping my pussy once, just enough to sting.
“YES! I love it, don’t stop, please!”
He pulls away.
