Page 8 of The Devil and I
“Lucas...” I whisper weakly, shifting slightly to rub my thighs together and ease the ache that has settled at the junction. “I want to feel good. Please.”
I haven't felt arousal since the day of my trauma, and the delicious burn is beginning to eclipse the agony that has taken up residence beneath my skin. Like a newly awakened addict with that first obliterating hit, I want to drown in the ecstasy and forget about the suffering. So, I beg. I beg this stranger to make me feel something other than the torment that is destroying me from the inside out.
Before the plea can fully escape the cage of my lips, Lucas moves. My body surges upwards as he positions himself between my thighs, hoisting me up on to his shoulders. A surprised gasp leaves me as his powerful arms lift me up and hold me steady. As though my begging unleashed the beast within him, he carefully steps out of the tub and carries me out of the bathroom towards his big, dark bed.
Before I can think too hard about what I just asked of him, I'm falling. Cradled by his forearms, my back hits the incredibly soft bed. The air in my lungs rushes out of me in a moan as Lucas drops back to his knees between my thighs. The blaze at my core bursts into a cataclysmic wildfire, lighting up all the dark places in me. My hands grip the soft, dark bed sheets beneath me as his arms hook around my hips. He drags me to the edge of the bed with a deep, rumbling growl, and I cannot help but toss my uninjured arm across my eyes as emotions burst through the fire. Nobody has ever seen me like this, and the shock of the sudden intimacy with this stranger is almost too much to bear.
“Look at me, Rayna.” His voice is so impossibly deep, rumbling with unrestrained lust. I slide my arm from my face, peering down at him from where he is settled between the valley of my thighs. His eyes are hooded; the intensity I find there takes my breath away. The raw hunger is on exhibition all over his face, as though he wants me to see the madness there, see how badly he wants to devour me whole.
A shiver sparks at my toes and burns all the way through me as he exhales across the sensitive place between my legs, his hot breath sweeping across the folds of my sex and making my body tense with anticipation. A harsh breath shudders out of me as I feel the faintest brush of his lips sweep up towards my clit, the feather light touch of his mouth becoming a new kind of torture. A torture that makes me hot and wet where it counts most.
“Oh, god, Lucas... please...” I plead, my back bowing slightly up off the bed as the wires in my brain start to short circuit from the overwhelming need to soothe the ache low in my belly.
“God isn't here, baby. This is devil's work,” he growls, a wicked grin spreading across his brutally handsome face, the faint vibrations of the sound making me whimper and writhe on the bed. The sinister words from his mouth only make me burn hotter. Desperate for what seems to be his own personal brand of darkness.
His strong hands hold my body in place as his mouth descends on me, his tongue sweeping up along the lips of my pussy and leaving little detonations of pleasure in its wake. With my eyes locked on his, I watch his pupils dilate... a black void swallowing up the humanity of his piercing silver gaze. His darkened stare is almost unearthly, and the animalistic moan that leaves his lips and paints itself across my most intimate flesh makes my hips buck wildly. The sight of him, a ravenous beast desperate for more, pulls a heavy fog of lust over me and leaves me panting wildly.
He kisses me there with more passion than has ever been offered to my mouth, his lips and tongue making love to me like the taste of me is his new favourite addiction and he'll die if he doesn't drown in it. Each swipe of his tongue across my pussy forces a moan from me, and when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, I nearly come undone.
My body writhes desperately beneath his hold as his mouth drives me closer and closer to the edge, beckoning my orgasm to the very brink. He keeps me there for longer than I can stand, tasting and devouring me like I'm the first real meal he has ever had. His skillful tongue is driving me to madness, and I'm desperate for him to put me out of my misery and let this fire burn me until there is nothing left. Like an expert, he keeps me right there at the edge until my lust is at a fever pitch. He holds me there until I cannot handle a single second more, with indiscernible pleas falling from my lips like a prayer to him.
“Come for me, baby. Right fucking now,” he growls against my impossibly wet slit, the forceful command shoving me over the edge to plunge deep into the ocean of my release. I cannot breathe as the fire rips through my body, pleasure exploding up from my pussy and roaring through me until I shatter into a thousand bright pieces. I cry out, losing control of myself. His hands hold me steady through my devastating climax, and in that moment I am certain I would be lost without his hands to anchor me.
“That's my good girl,” he groans, his mouth leaving reverent kisses between my thighs as I come down from the intensity of my release, shuddering and shivering from the power of it. I barely register movement as he stands, his massive body towering over me. My eyes flutter open, drawn to the massive bulge still straining against his boxer briefs. His cock pulses where it remains confined, the heavy weight of it seeming to threaten to tear through the thin material without any assistance from the man wielding it. From this angle, Lucas looks even more like a monster of a man. His massive chest is rising and falling with barely controlled breaths, the line of his defined abs disappearing with a sharp v-shape into the black material shielding the steel length at the apex of his thighs from my eyes.
My eyes lift to his to find a frightening darkness there, his big body shadowed from the only source of light pouring in from the bathroom to flood around him. His hand lifts to his mouth, two fingers wiping at the moisture there before dragging them between his lips to his tongue.
“You taste like heaven for a devil like me, baby,” he admits, his voice so damn deep from lust he sounds nearly inhuman. I shiver at his words, heat spreading across my cheeks under the scrutiny of his shadowy gaze. He rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck before taking a step towards me, scooping me up in his arms and carrying me around to the side of the bed. My body is almost completely limp in his embrace, the energy completely drained from me. Between this hellish day and his skilled mouth, I've got absolutely nothing left.
I don't protest as he lowers me down onto his bed, pulling the sheets down and up until I am blanketed in the thick, soft bedding. Without another word, he turns and walks away from me towards the bedroom door, a fresh surge of panic breaking through the fog of pleasure that had settled over me. “Wait, please don't leave me alone,” I call out into the dark room, my voice rattling out of my throat. I feel so weak, but I can't face the night alone. I'll end up tearing myself apart until I'm dead.
“I'll never leave you,” he promises. It's then that I notice the mass of dark ink sprawling across his muscled back. It's difficult to see the details in the dark, but the tattoo is huge. It covers his entire back and seems heavily black. Before I can make out any defining features, his body shifts slightly away from my curious gaze.
I watch as Lucas closes the bedroom door and walks over to the bathroom, flipping the switch to the already dimmed lights and flooding the room in darkness. I glance up to see the moon peeking out from behind the clouds through the windows overhead.
Lucas's footsteps echo through the darkness until I feel the sheets shift back slightly, his massive form slipping into the bed and settling in beside me. His hand finds the wrist of my bandaged arm and he holds it as his other arm pulls me in to tuck against his body. My ass settles against him, his massive cock tucked between us. He must have lost his damp boxers before getting into bed, because there is nothing between us now. With one arm wrapped around my middle and the other gently supporting my damaged arm, he exhales deeply and relaxes against me. “It's late, baby. Let's get some sleep.”
A hundred questions bounce around between the walls of my mind. Part of me wants to ask what happens next, and the other part wants to ask if he needs help taking care of the uncomfortably hard erection wedged between our bodies. With the lights out, drowsiness grips me so powerfully that with my next breath I forget every question I have. I press closer against him, hoping to absorb the heat radiating from his body. In response, his embrace grows tighter.
“You're safe. Get some sleep.” And I do. I drift away almost immediately, exhaustion sucking me under until I'm so far gone that my senses don't register what the words spoken to me mean. “I can't ever let you go now, Rayna, and I am not even a little sorry.”
Chapter Six
Lucas
The moment I held her soft, broken body in my arms, I knew I was fucked beyond salvation. It was like she completed a ritual by way of blood, one that summoned the devil within me and bound me to her. The obsession that has awakened has taken root in the deepest parts of my dark soul, and nothing could have stopped it once it started. The darkness in me is drawn to her like a moth to the flame. After everything we've been through yesterday, there is no going back now. Now that I've found her, she doesn't have a chance in hell of escaping me.
The very second my tongue slid along the hot, wet slit of her pussy, I was lost to this new found madness. The sweet, musky taste of her is addictive beyond measure. The way she writhed and begged wordlessly drove me mad, and I am already desperate for my next fix. I know without a single shred of doubt that now that I've had a taste of her, I'll never be able to get enough.
When the sun begins to peek above the horizon, painting the sky in pale blue and warm yellow, I don't want to let her go. She hasn't moved in hours, tucked safely against my body. Her silence through the night makes me wonder if she slept at all. I couldn't sleep, not with the turbulent sea of thoughts crashing around the shores of my mind. I have a thousand questions and zero answers, and the only thing I am sure of is how I feel about Rayna in this moment. All I know is that I need to bind her to me as unalterably as she has bound me to her.
It doesn't take long before Rayna begins to stir, her body shifting against mine. The painfully hard erection I've been dealing with most of the night returns with a vengeance as her ass wiggles back against me. I groan quietly, which results in her shifting onto her back to look at me. Her beautifully dark eyes gaze up at me as I prop myself up on my forearm to return her inquisitive stare.
“Did you sleep?” I ask, my voice thick from being overtired.
“I think so.”
I drop my eyes to her lips to watch her form the quiet words, a blush spreading across her cheeks. I can't help but lift my hand to brush a strand of soft hair from her face. I want to run my fingers through it, tangle them around the lengthy dark strands so that I can bring her lips to mine.
