Page 23 of The Devil's Touch
I sank my fingers into her hair, allowing her to take the lead and ride me into madness.I pushed myself up constantly, meeting her halfway with slow, intense strokes and thrusts.
Her cries were deafening.Her urge to grab onto something seeming to grow incessantly.She palmed the back of my head, dragging her fingers over my scalp as I rotated my hips to deepen my thrusts.Her hands were everywhere.On my hair.On my back.Leaving marks, claiming me and I fucking surrendered.
I wanted her to mark me as much as she wanted.
“Leave marks,Mia Cara.I want them.”I stroked her hips, grunting as she dug her fingernails into my back.
She upped her pace, bouncing up and down my length, moans rolling off her tongue.Her impatience was so fucking adorable.She was taking from me, yet it didn’t feel enough.
I cupped one of her nipples, latching my mouth on the other, sucking, nibbling, and biting.
“Oh, God.”
Her breasts shook with every movement, the strands of her hair sticking to her sweaty back even more, the more I tried to grab a hold of them.
The smell of sweat, everything else that smelled like her, and the slippery sound my cock made slamming in and out of her dripping pussy was a cacophony of sensual madness—one that constantly pulled at my strings.
Silvana had all the cards in her hands because she rode me until I was a stuttering and growling mess.
“You are going to be the death of me,” I groaned against her mouth, in between kisses.
“Dom—I—God.”
“Hm hm, that’s my girl,” I crooned.“You want to come for me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Do it with me.”
I met her thrust for thrust, groans for moans.My muscles tensed up, her hoarse cries filling my ears and riding in symphony with guttural groans as we simultaneously hit our climaxes.
She was breathing heavily like she just came down from a high, making me grin softly.My lips brushed hers, our foreheads connecting like we were made for each other.
At that moment, I knew what I wanted.It had always been right in front of my eyes and I fucking took it.
“I love you,” she whispered, her voice cracking lightly, almost as though she couldn’t believe herself.“I know it doesn’t make sense, but I love you, Dom, and I’m tired of keeping it in.You don’t have to—”
I kissed her.Hard.
It was heated, passionate and consuming.I had to grab the back of her head to keep her still.
Afterwards, I let go of the words that hung on my lips.
“Marry me.”
