Page 54 of Cuffed By Love

Lost someplace deep in my lewd thoughts, I hadn't realised that Devin abandoned working and was watching me right back. Practically eating me up with his eyes—fervid, penetrating and heavy eyes. The corner of his lip quirks, and he languidly leans back in his chair, legs spread wide, his free hand not bound to mine lifts to that sumptuous mouth, his long index finger brushes along his jaw, and he licks his lips. "Got something to say, Tinks?"

I snap out of whatever trance he had sucked me into and shake my head slowly, averting my gaze to look at anything and everything but him. "Huh, what? Uh, no, no. I don't." I stammer and clear my throat.

"Liar."

My eyes snap back to him, and I frown. "Pardon?" I gasp surprised, when he grabs the arm of the chair and rolls me closer to him until I’m situated between his long legs.

I swallow thickly when he leans forward in his chair, eyes interlocked with my own. "You heard." He declares gruffly, wetting his bottom lip using the tip of his tongue before he draws it subtly between his teeth. What is this boy trying to do to me? "From where I was sitting, you seemed as though you had plenty to say," Devin adds. At the same time, his eyes do a quick sweep over my face but linger on my lips for a touch too long—just enough for me to lose all practicality. It seems the ability to control my darn breathing disappeared right along with it. I can almost hear the air rapidly burst forth from my lungs.

Oh God, oh sweet God. Why, oh why is he looking at me like that? And why on earth do I feel immobile and incapacitated all of a sudden? Nope, no, this won't do.

"Is that right?" I drawl, leaning a little closer. Two can play this game. It's abundantly clear to me that he wants to torment me. Fine, I'll bite. "How about you enlighten me, Devin, and tell me what it is you would like to hear?"

Devin smiles charmingly, leaning closer also. "Well, for starters, I would like to hear you call me Dev instead of Devin."

"Why are you so adamant that I call you that?" I question curiously. Devin's eyes sparkle mischievously, and it doesn't go unnoticed by me. Something tells me I may have bitten off more than I can chew here. I was only supposed to dip my toe in to test the waters. But I think I may have just jumped in without caution and am currently swimming in dangerous territory if that wicked glint in his eyes is any indication.

Devin's fingers brush my hair from my face, tenderly tucking it behind my ear. Those sweet and luminous chocolate-brown eyes, gazing piercingly into my own. "Because, when you call me that, it takes me back to the best years of my life, when you were mine, and I was yours, and it makes me feel some type of way. Because every time you call me that, you chip away at that box deep in my heart that I've kept you locked in for the past nine years." He states raspily, his index finger trailing down the side of my face. Oh crap, I can feel myself coming undone. "Say it, Mira." I almost shudder when I feel his lips brush tantalisingly upon the shell of my ear.

"Devin—"

"Say it." He groans ardently in my ear, his fingers curl around the nape of my neck, his forehead pressed against my temple. "Do it. Fucking unravel me."

I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I taste blood. My mind screams at me to back the fuck away and put an end to this, but my heart, my heart needs this like a crack addict craves a fix. I want him, and I hate myself for it.

"Dev," I whisper, caving, I melt into him when his lips ghost along my jaw, goosebumps rise on my skin against the warmth of his breath, inching closer to my lips.

"Fuck Mira, you've been on my mind every single day for the past nine years. Left behind an unforgettable taste that's etched into my mind and still lingers on my tongue. One so sweet and sinfully addictive it's been taunting me for the better part of a decade. Tell me how I can still remember just how fucking good you taste?"

Holy shit balls! How am I supposed to control myself when he's murmuring such arousing things to me? My body is aflame with desire, especially when he drags his lips teasingly up the length of my throat, over my chin and hovers his mouth over my keenly awaiting lips. "You're still the best I ever had," Dev whispers roguishly against my lips, stirring a red-hot need within me that makes me quake visibly in anticipation.

My brain was no longer operational. I lose the last ounce of self-respect when his lips finally brush over mine, parting them with his own before he expertly trails his tongue along my bottom lip, coaxing my tongue, which I eagerly abide and greet his own with a low groan.

Fireworks—fucking fireworks erupted behind my eyelids when our tongues met. A profound rush of elation surges through my veins right through to my heart, making it beat erratically as though it were ready to give out on me.

I don't know how it's possible, but Devin tastes and kisses just as I remember, like no time has passed at all, like he never stopped kissing me. Deliberate, taking his sweet time feeling out every crevice of my mouth while he dextrously caresses his tongue over mine, swallowing my mewls of blissful pleasure.

"Mira," Devin moans, nipping at my bottom lip; his fingers tangle in my hair, and he draws my mouth to his again and kisses me deeper, more urgently. I'm not sure when or how, but I, by some means, ended up out of my chair and strewn across his lap. Save for the handcuffs on our wrists getting in the way every so often. It didn't seem to deter us.

"Dev, what…what are we doing?" I pant breathlessly as soon as I manage to force myself to tear my lips away from his.

"Kissing." He groans and curls his fingers at my nape and pulls my mouth hungrily to his again. I melt into him once again. The last morsel of self-control I had diminishes when I hear him whisper. "Say you want to be mine."

And that was it. I was in dire straits. Between those whispered words and the gratification those lips were bestowing me with, I couldn't think straight, let alone string two words together to tell him that we had to stop. "Mira?" He's waiting for my answer, those five words I would never be able to take back nor undo what is about to transpire if I say them to him now. I stare into his eyes and go against better judgement, knowing fully well I will burn for this, but it's Devin…

"I want to—"

"Tinks, wake up." I start awake and blink a couple of times till the haziness of sleep clears. I look up and see Devin standing over me, smiling adorably. "Hey there, sleepyhead,"

Was that all just a dream?

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