Page 88 of Enticing the Devil

When her hands tangled in the voluminous material above her head, he paused, braced on all fours over her.

Spread out naked on the bed, Anne looked up into his shadowed face. His gaze, deep and mysterious in the darkened intimacy of the bedroom, roved over her body. He looked like a conquering warrior about to claim his prize and her heart fluttered in response. She wanted nothing more than to be consumed by the ravenous hunger he couldn’t hide.

Wanting to tell him but unable to find the words, she arched her spine, lifting her breasts and rolling her hips. The action felt wanton and brazen in the best way as a low sound rolled through his chest. He tightened his hand in the material of her gown, twisting it more securely around her wrists.

Staring silently down at her, he rested his other hand at the base of her throat. His palm was warm and heavy and his fingers spanned her collarbone from shoulder to shoulder. For a second, she felt...claimed. Possessed and kept by him. It should have shocked her. It did, in a way, but only because of the warm rush of pleasure it roused in her blood.

Ensnared by the heat in his focus, she breathed through parted lips as he slowly smoothed his hand down to cup one breast. He completely covered her, his palm engulfing the gentle mound of flesh. But as he slid his hand lower, the pad of his middle finger found her peaked nipple and tapped it gently.

Pleasure sparked through Anne’s core. Her breath quickened. She wanted to discover more of what his touch there could inspire.

But his hand continued lower still—now pressing to her belly, now spanning her hips as the tip of his pinky finger extended through the curls covering her mound.

She held her breath. And he held her gaze.

Then he slid his hand firmly between her thighs and cupped her heated, sultry sex.

She moaned. She couldn’t help it.

He held her like that for a moment, with the roughened texture of his palm pressing to her sensitive folds, his other hand holding her wrists above her head, and her naked body stretched out in between. But she couldn’t lie still. Her core pulsed and her heart raced and something inside her reached for more.

She instinctively arched her back as her legs shifted against his knees braced wide between them. A soft keening sound slid from her throat.

With a low huff of breath, he held her sex more securely in his hand and lowered his head to take one peaked breast into his mouth.

Wet heat surrounded her aching nipple in a soothing possession. But then he gave a hard draw of his mouth, sucking her softness deep into his mouth before releasing her just enough to tease the hardened peak with fiery flicks of his tongue.

Her gasp was sharp in the silence. Her body tensed then melted beneath the fierce attention of his lips, tongue, and teeth.

And then he added more torment.

Shifting his hold between her thighs, he dragged his fingers along her parted folds, spreading her moisture over sensitive nerves. He circled the swollen bud of her clitoris with the pad of a blunt fingertip in a slow, deliberate rhythm, building the sensations that began to swirl low in her belly. The muscles in her thighs tensed and her fingers fisted in the cotton of her nightgown.

A feeling of deep, heavy, pulsing anticipation started to twist through her and she knew the pleasure she’d experienced that night in the storage closet was upon her again.

But before the feeling inside her could release, he slid his finger lower, pressing it into her body in a smooth, purposeful invasion. The sudden, elegant pressure inside her was a relief and torment at once. She realized with a gasp that it was exactly what she’d been craving, but it also roused new sensations, new cravings. Especially when he began a gentle thrust and retreat of his finger that had her nearly whimpering for more. Yet once again, just as she felt herself beginning to tumble over that rising precipice, he withdrew his finger and returned to the now aching bud at the apex of her sex.

He continued the pattern—circling then thrusting then circling again, adding another finger after a while as the pace of his thrusts quickened.

Anne didn’t even notice when he’d lifted his head from her breast and began watching the pleasure slowly unravel her. But as the mindless sensations grew, she found herself staring hard into the silent possession of his dark gaze. As his fingers worked magic with her body, she surrendered to his stare, allowing him to claim everything she was. Relinquishing her heart and her pleasure into his keeping.

And as soon as she did so, the relentlessly winding tension inside her snapped and a flood of pleasure rushed through her in a pulsing release. Her breath held and every muscle in her body tightened. Her heart raced and her teeth clenched. But her gaze remained locked by his as his fingers continued to move within her, coaxing every bit of pleasure her soul had to offer.

And finally, when her limbs began to soften then tremble and her breath eased to a quick but steady rhythm, he carefully released the tangled cotton gown from around her wrists. Easing his weight down atop hers, he braced himself on an elbow as he took himself in hand and aligned the broad, smooth tip of his heated erection to her still-pulsing sex.

But before he went further—almost as though he couldn’t help himself—he claimed her mouth in another scorching kiss.

Anne reveled in the taste of him. The heaviness of his body atop hers. The smooth warmth of his back beneath her roving hands. And when he began to press into her body, she tilted her hips, easing his entrance, until his cock was lodged so deeply inside her she could feel the beat of his pulse kissing her very core.

His plunging thrusts started out long and deep as he withdrew almost completely before rocking fiercely forward once again, pressing her into the mattress with every stroke as he sucked on her tongue and bit at her lower lip.

But soon the intensity increased. His breath shortened and he ceased kissing her to lower his head beside hers. Every now and then, between panting breaths, he’d press an open-mouthed kiss to the side of her neck or the curve of her shoulder, sending delicious shivers across her skin.

As his thrusts quickened and shortened, reaching an aching sensitivity inside her, and the swift, hard rocking motion of his hips caused a wonderful friction against her sensitive clitoris, she felt the pleasure building in her blood once more. But it was deeper this time—lusher and darker and heavier. She wrapped her arms around him and held on. Turning her head, she found his mouth. Recklessly, she thrust her tongue along his as she gasped and panted. Lifting her hips and squeezing her thighs as his movements grew more frantic and demanding.

Then he tensed. His entire body hardened as he lifted his head and arched his neck. His fierce, quick strokes suddenly slowed and deepened as she felt a pulsing rush of liquid heat inside her. That was what sent her over the edge—the slow plunge of his hot flesh gliding slick along her sensitive nerves.

She arched and moaned as another burst of pleasure consumed her. Her body melted as her heart beat in time to the thundering of his. Consciousness slipped slowly from her grasp and a rich warmth wrapped around her, keeping and holding her as she drifted to sleep surrounded by him.

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