Page 3 of The Devil's Touch
I sucked in a breath, slowly puffing it out and I found myself easing into him.My walls opened up for him, allowing him to plunge out and slam back into me again, throwing me against the wall.
I let out a hard moan.
“Your cunt is perfect.Fuck,” he growled, thrusting in and out of me again.He squeezed our intertwined hands like they were some sort of anchor.
His pace was both destructive and consuming, wrenching out moans and wanton sounds that I didn’t even think I was capable of making until I met him.The man fucked like he looked—hard, brutal and merciless.I didn’t think I had a thing for rough sex until now.Each stroke hit a chord in me, eating at my soul.My legs were trembling, but he didn’t care.When he wrapped his arm around my hip to keep me steady, I knew he was about to destroy me with his merciless thrusts.My toes were barely standing atop the surface of my heels.He sucked on my neck, leaving his mark everywhere, drowning in my scent as he railed me.
“More,” I whined.“Please, don’t stop.”
“You were made for me.”He grunted, slowing his pace, only to pick up again, ramming into me.
“Ahhhh...”
“Just like that.”He thrusted into me.Hard.“Take all of it, Mia Cara.”A guttural groan rippled from his chest.
My insides were a mess.He turned them upside down.Every time I thought he couldn’t hit my sensitive spot harder than he already did, he proved me wrong and rearranged my insides.He fucked me so hard and good, my eyes rolled back in their sockets.I scratched against the wall and sobbed, begging for him to stop and not to.I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore.
He ravaged me like the destroyer he was until I was nothing but a hoarse, whiny brat.
“Oh, there—fuck, there.”
“Here?”he teased me, reaching to pinch my clit.
That tipped me over the edge.
“Please...”I mumbled.
“Please what?”
“I want—I need to come.”My insides knotted, clenching so hard, my vision dulled.
“Come for me, Mia Cara.”
Those words ruined me.I came with a long, hoarse cry, still clinging to the wall.He didn’t stop fucking me through my orgasm, his lips meeting every bare spot on my back, his calloused fingers stroking the curve of my hip.I felt his back tense, his cock swelling up inside me, and then, he shot his load.
His cum trickled down my legs, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.His head was softly pressed to the back of my head, his heavy breathing caressing my skin.
We didn’t say a word to each other.All he did was scoop me off the floor, leading us to the king-sized bed where he took me over and over again until I was worn out.
At dawn, I awoke to his large arm draped protectively around my waist as though he knew what I was planning to do and didn’t want to let me go.My throat thickened as I cast a lingering glance at his chiseled face.Then, my eyes strayed to his jewelry.
That watch from last night.But there was something else.A signet ring with the crest of an ouroboro.I didn’t think twice before packing everything up, including the wad of cash in his pocket.
Guilt stabbed me in the chest, fear gnawing at my guts, but Adele was more important.I had to save her.
So, I left.
