Page 30 of Crimson Devotion
But it’s next to impossible.
She’s irresistible. I don’t know if it’s because she’s simply the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever had the privilege of laying myeyes on, or the fact that she’s my mate, but the point remains — I’m barely holding myself back from ravishing her like a fucking beast and scaring her away.
“Yes, little hunter?”
Faith’s breath hitches, the soft noise causing something to snap inside me. The pure, raw, animalistic need to have this girl slowly wins, and there’s nothing I can do to stop myself.
Not when she’s looking so sweet, sitting between my legs, just begging to be touched. I squeeze her thigh, provoking a small moan from her. My entire body shudders at the sound, and I’m too far gone to be reasoned with.
“What are you doing to me?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper. I’m unsure if she’s asking me, or if she’s questioning herself. Either way, she’s not stopping me, and that’s enough for me to continue.
I slip my hand farther up her thigh, playing with the lace underwear underneath. She freezes for a moment, and right when I think she’s about to push me off, she gives me the neediest look in the mirror, then parts her legs.
A low, deep moan comes from me when my fingertips graze her most sensitive parts, finding her drenched. Without waiting another moment, my fingers hook on the hem of her panties, pulling and ripping them apart. Faith gasps, then swallows, her throat moving up and down.
“Let me take care of you, little hunter,’’ I hum against the column of her neck, loving the way her body starts to give in. She leans back into me, my fingers parting her labia, softly stroking her everywhere except where she needs me the most.
“Ophelia, please,’’ she whimpers, the soft tone of her voice making my eyes roll to the back of my head in pure ecstasy. “I need you.’’
“What do you need, sweetheart?” I tease, my other hand reaching up to pull the top part of her dress down a little. Her breasts spill out of the fabric, and they are fucking perfect. Big, heavy, and ready for my teeth marks to be left all over.
“I need you to touch me, please.’’ The gentle words leave her lips, and that’s all I need.
In an instant, I flip us over so I’m on top of her. Her eyes widen a fraction, because I know what I must look like — a starved animal. I push her legs farther apart with my knees, head dipping down and taking one of her nipples in my mouth.
Faith doesn’t hold back the sounds of pleasure, hands threading through my hair to keep me right there. My right hand squeezes her other breast, and I can’t help but moan at the weight in my hand. She’s the most perfect creature ever created.
My left hand lowers to her pussy, finally stroking her clit. Her body arches into my touch, the scent of arousal filling the room. I dip my middle finger inside her, the heat of her inner walls giving me chills.
I look up at her and my breath gets knocked from my lungs. Her eyes are glossy with need, the gold irises glowing slightly. Her plump lips are parted a little, her damp hair messy, a couple of strands falling over her face.
My eyes hold hers, and I bite down on her left breast. She screams out, and I moan at the taste of blood that coats my tongue. Her body starts trembling in pleasure, eyes wide in shock. I add another finger, and her legs part farther for me.
I start pumping my fingers in and out of her, the blood dripping down my chin. She looks equal parts shocked and aroused. Her hands tighten in my hair, and she yanks me off her chest.
Before I can register what’s happening, she pulls me into a kiss.
She sucks the blood off my tongue, then kisses me with a passion of a thousand starry nights. My heart flutters, dizziness overwhelming me. It’s intense — the way she brings one of herhands and wraps it around my throat to pull me closer.
My fingers pick up the pace, and Faith moans into the kiss. I swallow her moan, smirking slightly when I feel her pussy clench around my fingers, sucking them in deeper. She’s trembling beneath me, and with the low, accidental whimpers, I can tell that she’s getting close.
“Is my pretty girl going to come on my fingers?” I murmur against her lips, and she gasps. I suck on her bottom lip, rolling her between my teeth, grazing the sensitive flesh ever-so-slightly.
Her hips buck against my fingers, my palm pressing against her clit. Faith’s hand moves to grip my shoulders, breaking the kiss. She’s panting, her breathing heavy, and when her golden eyes locked with mine, I’m momentarily stunned.
Everything around me starts spinning, my heart hammering against my ribcage. Right now, my entire world is in my arms, and the thought of having to let go of it causes me physical pain.
“Ophelia, please,’’ she whispers.
“Please, what?”
“Please make me come.’’
Her gentle plea stirs something primal inside me, something possessive. My hand reaches to squeeze her hip, my head dipping into the crook of her neck. I dart my tongue out to taste her skin, the scent of lavender making me dizzy. I bite down on the same mark, drawing blood from her flesh.
Faith screams out in pleasure, her body trembling as she comes on my fingers. I don’t stop moving them, trying to prolong her orgasm as much as possible. Her nails dig into my shoulders, creating small crescent moon wounds that will undoubtedly heal within a minute.
I slurp up all the blood, before slowly removing my fingers from her pussy. Bringing them to my lips, I suck them clean. My eyes close, and a rumble comes from my throat. She tastes just like Ithought she’d taste — irrevocably mine.
