Page 89 of Brutal Devil
I catch up to her, executing an underwater tackle. We roll around on the smooth bottom of the pool, and I manage to kiss her. She clings to me, kissing me back until my lungs burn and reality returns. Holding her in my arms, I kick off the bottom.
We surge to the surface as one, gasping for breath. I kiss her again, and she holds me tightly, kissing me back. Our tongues tangle. Our mouths fuse. I’m going to die if I don’t get to have my mouth on her cunt soon.
I break away first, gasping for breath, almost delirious with lust, with need, with whatever the fuck it is about Luna that makes me want her more than I want anything else.
“I want to lick you,” I tell her. “I want to fuck your pussy with my tongue and drink every drop of your come, and then I want to stick my cock into you and fuck you so hard you forget every other man you’ve known.”
She doesn’t protest, just makes a sexy sound that makes my dick twitch.
Taking that as a good sign, I guide us to the edge of the pool. When we reach it, I stop, looking down at her. Fuck, she’s so perfect for me, it’s practically a crime. Intelligent, rebellious, wild and prickly when she needs to be, and soft and wet when I want her to be. The rest of what Saint had to say tonight may have been complete shit, but he wasn’t wrong about the effectthis woman has on me. I want her so bad, I’d give her my family’s entire empire on a silver platter if she asked me for it.
Thankfully, she doesn’t.
“I need a yes,” I rasp when she doesn’t say anything.
She’s watching me with parted, swollen lips. Looking so fuckable I can barely stand it.
But I’m also painfully aware of the fact that she didn’t want this marriage. She was forced into it. I believe in family duty, in doing what’s right for all the people depending on me rather than living selfishly, which is why this marriage between us happened. I’d never—and I mean fuckingnever—force an unwilling woman to be with me. I’d sooner put a gun in my mouth and pull the trigger.
Luna is pissed. That much I know. But even if she rejects me out of spite, I’ll accept it. Desire is a two-way street, even if the rest of the rigid constraints binding our lives aren’t.
“Luna,” I prod. “Tell me. What do you want?”
With a cry, she presses a hand to her mouth.
She’s torn.
She doesn’twantto want me.
But that doesn’t mean shit, and we both know it.
Finally, she nods and removes her hand. “Yes.”
I’m feeling perverse. I don’t want to let her get off that easily, no pun intended.
“Yes to what?” I ask, already clamping my hands on to her waist in preparation for lifting her from the pool. “Say it, baby.”
There’s a heavy, loaded silence as she wages war against her pride. And then, finally, she surrenders.
“I want you to lick me,” she admits.
I don’t waste a second. I lift her up, gently setting her on the edge of the pool. Her legs open, and I’m treated to the mouthwatering sight of my wife’s bare pink pussy, all wet and glistening and inviting.
I’m trembling as I caress her inner thighs, urging them wider.
I don’t even wait for her to say anything else. I bring my mouth to her cunt and feast. The taste of her floods me. So fucking good. I do everything I can, a man possessed, sucking her clit, fucking her with my tongue. She says my name, a curse and a plea in one, and I guide her legs over my shoulders, pulling her more firmly against me.
I eat her pussy like this is the last meal I’ll have on earth. And if it were to be, I’d die a happy fucking man. I’m drunk on her, lost to everything else, and I love her demanding cunt on my face. I want to give her so much pleasure that she forgets to think about all the rest.
I find a place that seems to make her lose all control when I apply extra pressure and suck at the same time. Luna comes three times. Every time, I leave her clit to lap her up, and fuck does she taste good.
By the time I earn a fourth orgasm by fucking her with my fingers and sucking hard on her clit, I’m done. I surge from the water alongside her and then scoop her up into my arms. My cock is raging and we’re both naked and dripping, but I don’t give a shit. If I don’t have her in my bed and I’m not deep inside her in the next five minutes, I’ll spontaneously combust.
Predictably, Luna squawks in protest, her hands fluttering to my shoulders like butterflies. “Priest! What are you doing?”
Slowly, and with as much calm as I can manage because I don’t want to slip on the tile and break both our necks, I stride toward the door. “I’m taking you to bed.”
“I’m naked!” she squeals. “And so are you.”
