Page 35 of Crimson Devotion
“Such a good girl for me, thanking me so sweetly.’’
Something snaps within me, and immediately, my fingers hook on the waistline of her underwear before I rip them apart. She chuckles at my impatience, but it’s been weeks since I’ve practically begged to taste her, and now, I’m not getting off my knees until I’ve had my fill.
I part her labia with my fingers, inhaling her sweet scent. Adeep groan sounds from my throat, reverberating through the room. I flick my tongue out, a small taste of what’s to come. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I’m completely enthralled by the way she tastes.
My mouth is on her, sucking and licking everywhere I possibly can. Ophelia relaxes in the chair, wrapping her legs around my neck and pulling me closer. If I die like this, I’ll die the happiest person in the world, between the legs of the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Her juices mix with the blood on my tongue, and I probably seem like a starved animal. My eyes are closed, all my senses focused on making her feel good. Ophelia’s soft moans only encourage me to keep going, alternating between sucking on her clit and gently pushing my tongue inside her.
“Just like that, little hunter,’’ she croaks out.
My eyes open, and I see her head falling back against the chair, pure bliss on her face. Her legs tighten around me, and I know she’s not letting me out any time soon. Not that I’d want to leave this heaven.
Her praise sends shivers down my body, and I start teasing her entrance with my finger, before pushing inside while sucking on her clit. Her eyes snap open, and she looks down at me, like an obedient puppy, between her legs.
“Such a good girl for me,’’ she moans. “That’s it. Make me come all over your tongue, little hunter. Let me mark that pretty face of yours.’’
I moan into her pussy, feeling it throb against my tongue. I add a second finger, then start to pump them in and out of her at a quicker pace. Whenever I reach that sweet spot inside her, her eyes roll back, and her grip on my hair tightens.
“Please,’’ I mumble, my words muffled by her skin. Her hips buckle against my fingers, and I curl them up. A deep, low groan fills my ears, the small hairs standing up straight at the backof my neck. “Please, let me taste you.’’
“Such a perfect girl, begging for me.’’
My heart hammers against my ribcage, fingers and tongue working overtime just to see her fall apart for me — because of me. She keeps eye contact when I feel her finally come undone, the sweetness of her juices hitting my tongue in waves. I slurp them all up, determined not to waste a single drop.
Ophelia’s breathing is heavy, and she starts panting as she comes down from her high, slowly getting her legs off my shoulders. I’m not done, though. I go back, cleaning her up entirely with my tongue, until there’s not a single drop of her release left.
She pats my head, then pulls me off my knees, back to sit on her lap. Her arms wrap around my waist, her head buried in my chest. She’s trying to regulate her breathing, and all I can do is hug her back, stroking her hair gently.
“You were amazing, little hunter,’’ she praises, causing my heart to flutter.
“You tasted amazing.’’
Ophelia chuckles, then looks up at me. Something raw, vulnerable, and real changes her expression. It’s the first time I’m getting to see who Ophelia D’Achille truly is, and I’m mesmerized. The look of pure adoration flickers through her red eyes, and my stomach clenches at the sight.
Because I know it’s all for me.
Only for me.
FIFTEEN
Ophelia
The door of my study opens, and Valerio enters swiftly, with Aurelia in tow. The two are dressed in the same clothes, and it’s starting to get creepy. Aurelia’s always seen Valerio as some sort of God, and if she dares disobey me, she’ll always listen to what he says. A rather odd pairing of siblings, given that the two share the least things in common.
Both are wearing long leather coats. They end around their ankles, with black turtlenecks tucked into black pants, with leather belts. Even the belts are the same, and their boots, too.
“This image is just weird.’’ I snort, leaning back into my chair. The two take seats across from me, exchanging a brief glance.
“You called us?” Valerio speaks, crossing one leg over the other as he leans back into the plush seat, a serious look on his face. He knows I rarely summon people into my study, as it’s a no-no zone for everyone except Lucifer. Well, and[1], I guess.
“Yes. I need something from you two.’’
“What is it?”
“Back when I lost the bracelet, who took it?”
Valerio lifts an eyebrow. “How would I know? You were the one to lose it, Ophi. Besides, it was two centuries ago. And you have it back. Does it matter?”
