Page 18 of The Devil and I
I take my time with her body, teasing her higher before changing pace to bring her back down again where she can sizzle and burn for me without risk of explosion. I am tireless as I kiss and bite the sweet and tender skin around her sex, before diving back in with the kind of skillful passion that has her legs trembling while she begs for me to let her come.
By the time she has slipped into a state of frenzied madness, I'm not even sitting in my chair anymore. With my face buried between her thick thighs, and one of her legs hooked over my shoulder, I slip two fingers into her pussy and curve them upwards until I find her slightly swollen g-spot. I pump it hard as I suck on her clit, and she explodes underneath me with a scream. A rush of fluid spills from her beautiful pussy as she spasms around my fingers, her hands gripping me and leaving bloodied trails where she rakes her nails down my arms.
The sounds she makes give me the greatest high I've ever known, but I don't ease up. I let her ride out her orgasm until her body is a limp, sweaty mess sprawled out helplessly on my desk. When I gently release her, I stand up between her legs so that I can stare down at her. Nothing is more satisfying than seeing the rapture on her face as she tries to regain control of her breathing and her body. After a few long moments, her eyes open wide and she stares at me in disbelief.
“What did you do to me?”
I laugh darkly, an arrogant grin on my face.
“You're incredible, Rayna. So sensitive and responsive,” I tell her, leaning down to scoop her up in my arms. She can't resist, sapped of all strength, and I cradle her in my arms and begin making my way back to the bedroom.
“I've never... I didn't know...” she mumbles, still fighting to catch her breath.
“Good oral should leave you speechless,” I say with a chuckle, still holding her as I walk into the bathroom and open the shower door to get the water running warm. A quick shower to clean us up, and I can get my beautiful girl back in my bed.
“You really are the devil,” she says suddenly, making me laugh a little harder. “No mortal man would know how to do the things you do.”
She laughs too, and the sound is heavenly. I was right about my earlier thought. Enough orgasms and I can conquer her demons and bring light back to her eyes.
I get us into the shower and bathe her gently and quickly before toweling her off and getting us both back into bed. With her body beneath mine and sweetly pliant, I make love to her and force another orgasm from her willing body. We finish together, with enough intensity to have us falling asleep in minutes.
Chapter Thirteen
Rayna
The next five days pass like a dream. Between fucking me and feeding me home-cooked meals, Lucas works as hard as he can to find out everything about me. None of my answers to his questions seem to bore him, and that leaves the butterflies in my stomach fluttering wildly.
He asks about my family and seems to get a little quiet when I explain that both my parents died in a car accident shortly after I turned sixteen. When I told him I lived with my creepy uncle until I turned eighteen, he once again grew quiet and contemplative. He asked about my education, to which I explained that I couldn't afford college. I got a job at the local library right out of high school, originally planning to save up money to go to college, eventually. Lucas wasn't happy to hear that I didn't have a support system or a family to help me navigate the world.
In turn, Lucas explains that his father died of a heart attack when he was younger. His mother still lives in the city, and he visits her a couple of times a month. His father was independently wealthy, which meant his mother was still living quite comfortably. His only sibling is a younger sister that is married with a new baby. Every other detail of his life is endlessly more fascinating than what I have to tell him. He went to university and studied to be a psychologist, but apparently needed an outlet for his darker urges and made the decision to transition into law enforcement. One of the most interesting things about this enigmatic man is how open he is about himself. It's refreshing.
“Darker urges?” I inquire, no judgment in my voice. I already know this man has some dark secrets I have yet to uncover. Still, I can't bring myself to be afraid of him. “So you really are a secret psychopath, eh?”
He laughs a little as he leans back in his chair. The roasted chicken and vegetables he prepared for our dinner already gone from both our plates.
“I haven't made it a secret, Rayna.”
I study him for a moment, tilting my head slightly and narrowing my eyes at him.
“So when should I expect you to murder me?” I ask lightly, humor evident in my eyes.
Lucas goes still for a few breaths before he sits up and leans his forearms on the kitchen table with all signs of joking far removed from his features. “I would never hurt you, Rayna. Not ever, for any reason, no matter what.”
“I'm just teasing you, Lucas.” I reach forward and place my hand over his, and he immediately turns his wrist so that he can hold my smaller hand in his. “Besides, if you wanted to kill me you'd probably have done it by now.” It was an attempt to make him laugh, but it missed the mark.
“Forgive me, Rayna. I don't like thinking about you not being alive.” His voice is solemn as he explains himself, and it tugs at my heartstrings. He always sounds so honest and raw when he expresses himself emotionally, it makes talking to him about anything feel really safe. I imagine his emotional maturity is partly due to his studies in psychology.
“Let's not think about it anymore.” I give his hand a gentle squeeze and try to reach for my nearly empty glass of water. Since he won't release my hand, I resort to using my other one. He watches me carefully as I drink, and the intensity of his focus unnerves me a little. Over the last few days, I've really come to appreciate how intense this man is. He has a quiet intelligence about him that makes me think of a predator stalking its prey, trying to come up with the kind of attack plan that has zero chance of failure. This darker side of him conflicts with the thoughtful caregiver I first met sitting on his bed while he took care of my arm. His devotion to taking care of me is probably the main reason my arm is healing so well.
“I've got some pretty important business to deal with in the morning.” His words, though unexpected in that moment, are strangely gentle. I can tell he doesn't want to startle me, and that makes me feel even more uneasy. I haven't been alone for more than a few minutes in the recent week. “I'll have to leave late tonight.”
I can't hide the surprise on my face. I hesitate for a couple of long seconds so that my response comes out stronger than I feel inside, considering the emotions crashing through me as my mind contemplates my future in the span of a minute. “Oh, yeah... I should probably get home.”
“No.” His voice is a lot louder now, but my relief is almost instant. Almost. A small voice in the back of my mind is still questioning why this gorgeous man would want a girl like me hanging around his house any longer. I don't vocalize that thought, though. “I want you to stay here. Sleep, read a book, take a bath... whatever you want to do. I'll be back before noon tomorrow.”
I sigh deeply, looking down at my lap where my hands are fidgeting.
“Rayna, as far as I'm concerned, my home is your home.”
