Page 57 of Wicked Savior
Strong arms pick me up and place me down on the soft rug before the fireplace. He leans up and stares down at me while phantom fingers trail over my body. A glint of satisfaction appears in his eyes when they find a sensitive spot. His magical hands feel so good, but they’re not what I want.
My finger runs over his lips. “Taste me, feast on me. I want to feel your lips everywhere.”
Red rims the blue in his eyes. “My pleasure, my goddess.” Invisible manacles pull my arms up and lock them into place above my head. When his lips descend, I’m already panting with desire. Sprawled beneath him, my body is an offering, one for him to do with whatever he wants. The feeling of being at his mercy only amps up my desire, and the air fills with my slick perfume.
His tongue and mouth are relentless. Licking, sucking, and tasting every inch of me. This is what I’ve dreamed of for so long. Someone hungry for my body whose only thought is to devour me. I arch into him, taking all that he’s offering and basking in it.
Only seconds after his tongue licks between my legs, a wave of pleasure hits me, and I dig my heels into the floor. It continues to roll over me for several more seconds. When the first one is over, he starts again. His tongue brings me to the edge several times, then he finally lets me fall again. I moan when the second orgasm hits stronger. Waves of desire spread like fire through my body until it finally dissipates.
Chest heaving, I stare at him through eyes glazed with desire. “Incredible. Now unlock me so I can taste you.”
His cock twitches.
An invisible manacle releases one of my ankles, and he positions himself at my entrance. “I’m too fucking impatient and turned on. All I want is to be inside you, feeling your slick body gripping my cock.” With one smooth thrust of his hips, he slides in to the hilt, filling every inch of me inside.
He gives me a second to adjust. Releasing the restraint from my other leg, he stares down at me. “Wrap your legs around me. Tight. I want to be as deep as possible.”
My body clenches at his tone, and I quickly do what he says. He slips a little deeper, and I gasp.
“That’s it. Feel me deep inside you?” he asks, flexing his cock until I nod. He slides out until only the tip is inside me. Using shallow thrusts, he teases the spot inside my entrance with little thrusts until I’m digging my heels into his back. Then he thrusts in hard.
When he pulls out again, my eyes drift down to watch the two of us, then swivel up to meet his. “Why does this feel so good?” The question is both real and rhetorical.
He shakes his head and grips my hip. “It’s about to feel better.” With those words, he starts moving harder and faster.
The pleasure builds and builds. “More,” I plead with him.
As if he were only waiting for the word, he thrusts faster and faster. His hand slips down my body and strokes the very heart of me.
This time, it’s as if the stars go supernova. Blackness flashes for a second, then I fall over the edge and into the abyss he created for us. Moments later, he follows, his body pulsing as his release hits.
We lie there for several minutes, catching our breath. The firelight flickers over both of us. The weight of his body on top of mine is a memory I store away for later.
“You are a wicked, wicked savior.” I stroke a hand down his back. “Good thing neither of us needs sleep.”
He chuckles and lifts his head from my breasts. “We’re only getting started, love.”
ChapterThirty-One
LUCIFER
Hours later, I make myself move farther than two feet away from her. When I return with a glass of bourbon for us to share, she’s lying on her side, staring into the fire with a smile on her face. My eyes skim her creamy skin, noticing the faint marks of my possession everywhere, and satisfaction fills me.
I jokingly groan. “Are we already back to reality? What are you thinking about in that super smart brain of yours?”
A blush steals across her face, surprising me.
I hand her the bourbon, and she takes a sip and wrinkles her nose. “No, thank you. Why do you drink that stuff?”
I laugh and take a sip. “I like the taste.” And the taste of her. “Are you not going to tell me what you were thinking about?”
She places an arm across her eyes. “Nothing clever or smart.”
Sensing her discomfort, I sit down and rub a hand down her arm. “You can tell me anything. Even if it’s dumb.” I deliberately use the word to get her to look at me.
Her arm whips across and smacks my shoulder. “Nothing is dumb.” She sighs heavily. “If you must know, I’ve never been with someone equal in power to me.”
My brows draw together in confusion. “I haven’t either, but I’m not sure I understand why it’s important.”
