Page 66 of Beautiful Revenge
For him.
He stands upright to stare down at me.
I bring my knees together. “What?”
He shakes his head and runs his fingertips up and down the outside of my thigh. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Do you want this?”
I pull in a deep breath and sit up so I can shift to my knees. I still have to look up to gaze into his eyes, but we’re chest to chest again, even though the naked game isn’t equal since I’m bare, and he’s still wearing pants. “You don’t know everything about me, but I think you know enough that I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. I’m here, and that means something.”
He wraps his hand around my bare hip. “Tell me exactly how you feel.”
I lean in and press my lips to the scar on his shoulder before whispering against his stubbled jaw, “Free.”
His hand slides around the bare globe of my ass and pulls me to him.
I look into his deep, blue eyes. “Help me celebrate my newfound freedom.”
He licks his lips. “Shift your legs apart, baby.”
I pull in a breath and do as he says.
I get one nod of approval before he slips his other hand between us, directly between my legs.
I’m beyond wet. When his finger swipes once across my clit, I suck in an audible breath of air. His hold on my ass tightens when he gives my clit a firm circle. I’m forced to hold on to his biceps.
“The fact you feel free is conflicting with my burning desire to not let you ever leave.” He talks to me like he’s not creating a storm between my legs that’s inching into everycell of my body.
Devon isn’t wasting any time with his words or his hands. He slips two fingers inside me but doesn’t move. He leaves them there, firm, deep, and possessive. He cups me and presses the palm of his hand into my clit this time.
I shudder in the depraved embrace he has on me and do my best to focus on the conversation. “Maybe we need to work on you not expressing your every thought the moment you think it.”
He glances down our bodies where we’re connected and fused in more ways than one. “You might say that’s what you want, but you appreciate my dead-ass honesty.”
I give my head a quick shake. “Another poor choice of words.Deadis not allowed. I may look like I have my shit together, but there is some PTSD when it comes to the alternative of living and breathing.”
He pumps his fingers inside me twice before leaning in to brush his lips across my temple. “Point taken.”
I lose his fingers and some of his warmth. He shifts away just enough to make more room for his touch on me. My breasts rise and fall with quickened breaths as he takes in the sight of me.
Of us.
Us.
I had no idea I’d be part of any type of anusfor a very long time. If ever again.
I do my best to breathe deep and mutter, “I’m lowkey pissed off that you’re not naked yet.”
A smirk plays on his rugged, handsome face. “We’ll get there. Maybe you’ll forgive me when you come. It’s not going to take long at this point.”
He’s right. Still, I say, “So cocky. You think you know everything.”
He hikes a brow and leans in to put his lips next to my ear and lowers his voice. “Baby, I can feel you inside and out. Your pussy has spasmed around my fingers twice. I know.”
Just to prove his point, he gives my clit more pressure. My hold on his arms tightens to a point my blunt nails press into his skin. I’m close. So close, I want it more than ever.
I shift my hips for more friction and more Devon.
“There you go, baby. Move.” Just his voice added to his touch is enough to do me in. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
