Page 73 of The Devils Melody
“...Please,” she breathes, and that one word is what finally undoes me.
“Fuck,” I groan, finally giving in. My mouth crashes to hers.
The kiss is soft at first, tentative and filled with passion, until it just ignites. My hand fists in her hair, tilting her head so I can take more from her, kissing her deeper. When her tongue brushes against mine, a soft moan escapes her, causing a guttural sound to tear from my throat.
Ripping off her blanket, I spread her legs apart, settling my hips between hers. With one hand on the mattress, I use the other to scoop her closer to me and wrap her legs around my waist. My hand slides beneath her shirt, skimming up her bare back, and she gasps, breaking the kiss with a shaky inhale.
“Wait,” she whispers, her cheeks beginning to flush as if she’s embarrassed she had to stop us. Fuck, did I take it too far? Is this not what she wants? I knew I was doing too much. It’s Kage she wants, not me.
“I…I don’t have anything to wear. My clothes—I didn’t think to—” She glances down between us to her tiny ass shorts and fishnets, her expression filled with frustration.
I force my brain to work through the haze of lust clouding it. “I’ll grab you something,” I rasp. “You can have one of my shirts. Might be a little big, but I don’t think I have pants small enough for you.”
She nods, biting her lip in a way that makes my pulse fucking spike. “That’s okay. I don’t need pants.”
I nod my head and force myself to get up while mentally trying to tell my dick to calm the fuck down. Her eyes trail right down to my sweatpants and I realize that grey probably wasn’t the best color choice. Walking to my bedroom that’s conveniently right next to hers, I snatch a clean white t-shirt from my closet and walk back to her room.
“Here,” I mutter, as I hand her the t-shirt. “This should work, at least for now.”
She stands, taking the shirt from my outstretched hand. Her gaze drops to the floor, her fingers tugging nervously at the hem of her crop top when I realize that she’s trying to get undressed and I’m just fucking standing here like a goddamn idiot.
“Oh, uh—I’ll just—” I go to leave when she peels off her shirt, leaving her standing there in a black bra, shorts, and fishnets. I go completely still, the air leaving my lungs in one sharp, ragged breath. She moves her hands slowly behind her back, unclasping her bra and dropping it to the floor, freeing her perfectly round breasts. I can already feel my dick giving her tits a standing ovation, my bodyinstantly responding to hers, and it takes everything in me not to move. Fighting every primal instinct that’s screaming at me to touch her.
Her fingers delicately trail up her hips, finding the button of her jean shorts and carefully unclasping them. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of her shorts, Wren begins to drop them painfully slow, bending at the waist. My eyes are fixed onto her deliciously plump ass as she bends forward, the fishnets biting into her skin only making her look even more appetizing.
Wren is standing before me in nothing but a black lace thong and a pair of fishnets, while I’m standing here utterly transfixed by the one thing God did right. She’s staring at me, I know she is. I can feel her, but my eyes are looking everywhere but at her face. Somehow managing to drag my eyes away from her body, I begin staring at the floor, the ceiling, anywhere but at her tits, and it’s fucking useless. She’s already seeped into every fiber of my being and there’s no way I’ll be able to get her out now.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me, Wren.”
“You don’t have to look away,” she laughs softly.
“Like hell I don’t,” I growl, forcing myself to keep my eyes on the ceiling. “If I don’t I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
Her footsteps are light, but they move closer, and if she doesn’t stop now, she can consider herself fucked. Grabbing the bottom hem of my shirt, she begins to lift, and I help her by removing it completely. The brush of her pebbled nipples grazing against my skin is my last thread of control, and I’ve officially fucking lost it.
I grab Wren by her thighs, hauling her against me, kissing her like a man starved. The kiss instantly turns feral. Our teeth clashing, tongues tangling, entirely full of heatand desperation. My hands grip her thighs, causing a breathy moan to slip from her mouth.
“You don’t know what you do to me, Wren,” I growl against her lips, my voice ragged and chest heaving.
“Then show me.”
26
Wren
THE SONGBIRD
The second the words leave my mouth, Nox’s entire body goes rigid. His grip on my thighs tighten almost painfully, a guttural growl rumbling low in his chest as his eyes lock onto mine. I don’t know if he’s going to worship me or destroy me, but I don’t fucking care.
“Fuck, Wren,” he snarls, his voice raw and wrecked.
Before I can even take a breath, he throws me onto the bed as if I weigh nothing, my tits bouncing as I hit the mattress. I don’t even have time to gasp before his massive frame is looming over me.
“You want me to show you?” His tone is lethal, his chest heaving like a man on the precipice of madness. “You have no fucking idea what you’re asking for.”
My pulse hammers in my ears, but I don’t look away. Why do I want to keep challenging him so badly? It’s like I want to get ripped to shreds or something. Oh, who am I kidding? I definitely fucking do.
I hoist myself up onto my elbows, looking up at himthrough my eyelashes with the most innocent face I could muster. “So make me understand, Nox.”
