Page 30 of Devoted
A pussy interrogation. A puss-errogation?
Time stands still as I stare at Knight, contemplating whether I want to start this cycle again. Our tension builds until it explodes, and then he acts like nothing happened. I am tired of him pretending like there isn’t anything between us when it’s clear he’s obsessed. He’s not alone; I’m driven crazy by how much I want him, too.
“You can’t pull away from me after this.” I bring my hips forward, fully straddling his thigh so he’s pinned underneath me. A hiss leaves my lips when my clit finally makes contact with the solid muscle of his thigh through a bunch of layers of clothing.
“I don’t want to pull away,” he confesses. A pained look crosses his features. His eyebrows knit together, and a frown forms on his lips. “But I cannot give you what you deserve, either.”
“And what do I deserve?” I ask, my eyes still stuck on his frown.
“Everything,” he whispers. The hand on my waist trails up and down my back soothingly, but I can’t tell if he’s trying to comfort me or himself right now. “A person who can openly love you and isn’t broken like me.”
My chest feels heavy from the weight of his confession. “And what if I’m willing to take what you can offer right now?” I ask softly, afraid I’ll spook him off like a wild animal. I bring my hand to his face. Cupping his jaw, I caress the dark stubble on his chin with gentle swipes of my thumb.
“I’m afraid it wouldn’t be enough—that I wouldn’t be enough for you,” he replies, his hand stopping and resting at the small of my back.
“So you’ll deny me before giving us a chance?” I stop my caress. I’m fighting to keep from showing my disappointment.
“No. There isn’t any time or place in which I could resist you.” Shifting his head down, he places a small peck on my thumb. Stupid butterflies flutter in my stomach from the sweet gesture.
“Then stop resisting. At least for now.” My fingers play with his collar, roaming down to the exposed area where a few buttons are undone. “We can be what we can for each other. Give and take only what we offer.” I move my fingers further down, using the points of my nails to leave small marks down his chest. “I can’t go back to being nothing to you. I fucking ache for you, Knight.”
“I know, darling. I feel it too, and it scares me.” He’s staring at my hand like he’s trying to memorize the paths my nails make.
With his head down, it makes it easy for me to bring my lips to the shell of his ear. “I scare you?” Leaning back, I search for his face again and wait for a reply.
“No, Vivian. You don’t scare me, you terrify me.” Knight’s lips press against mine. Possession and fear radiate through thekiss equally. My lips mold against his roughly, and my tongue traces his mouth, cementing the claim and our bad bargain.
Ineedmore of him. After everything that happened in the alley, I’ve been craving his touch and attention. The way he was so in tune with my body… The way he was so eager to please me… His actions and words have been on replay as I tried to satisfy my needs, only to be let down when no toy could compare to him.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I break our kiss and pull his head back. Knight’s pupils are blown wide, and his lips are aflush from our passionate kisses.
“You’ll give me what I want?” I ask, but it’s a question I already know the answer to.
He nods frantically, and his hands tighten, his fingers digging into my hips.
“I need to hear you say it.” I tug his hair harder, and it makes his eyes flutter closed.
“Y-yes, I’ll give you anything,” he promises.
Bringing my lips to his exposed throat, I nip and mouth along the ridge of his Adam’s apple. At the same time, I apply pressure against his steel-hard cock with my knee.
“Let’s see… if you’remy Knight, what does that make me?” I ask against his skin.
The small jolts of his hips stop as he stills underneath me. “My queen,” he rasps, his body quivering deliciously.
“It’s time to serve your queen. Unless you’re all talk, that is,” I tease as I straighten to take in his features again.
His eyes stay closed while a grin spreads across his lips, and it’s the first time I’ve ever seen such a genuine show of happiness from him. There’s also a touch of cockiness in his expression that tells me I’m in for a ride.
Climbing off his thigh, I stand between his legs to keep him in place on the stool. Unable to resist, I cup his face between myhands and run my thumbs over his mustache and down his lips until his mouth parts.
I think I might be a little more than obsessed with his face, given how much I’m craving to touch it. He’s just so fucking handsome like this, and at least in this moment, he’s entirelymine.
“Do you want me to use your wicked mouth,pet?” Nerves trickle up my spine when I accidentally call him by that nickname. My anxiety spiked for nothing; the intensity in his eyes at his moniker tells me he loves it.
“Please, I’m dying to taste you,” he begs, reaching for me.
Stepping back, I loop two of my fingers into his belt, pulling until he’s standing and his body presses against my front. Turning in place, I deliberately brush my ass against his thighs while I keep my fingers wrapped around his belt.
