Page 64 of The Devil Baron

The pain she felt so keenly but couldn’t be rid of finally bleeding out with every swipe of her fists.

Bloody gorgeous.

Panting breath after breath, she swung and swung until her muscles started to give out and he caught one of her wrists in mid swing, then the other.

She froze with his action, her body tensing up from head to toe, and she looked up at him, snapping out of her fervor and suddenly horrified.

Horrified at what she had just done to him. Horrified that she had lost herself so thoroughly she couldn’t stop herself.

He only afforded her one second to question it.

Then he bent, his mouth crashing into hers. Raw and ravenous and it only took a moment before she was kissing him back with just as much savagery, her teeth sliding along his lips, his tongue.

It sent his cock hardening to painful proportions.

Spinning her, he shoved her back against the tree, yanking her arms up high over her head and grabbing both of her wrists in his left hand, pinning them to the tree.

Not breaking the kiss, he dove down with his right hand, yanking up her skirt, finding her thigh and pulling it upward until it was wrapped around his waist.

His thumb only spent a moment dragging up along her inner thigh before he found the core of her. Wet for him. The flesh pounding against his fingers. Into her folds and she moaned into his mouth. The carnal rumble of it against his tongue sending him near to rupturing in his trousers.

He found her nubbin, swirling his thumb about it, teasing it lightly, then rubbing against it hard as he slipped his middle finger into her.

Her moans came faster, her breath heaving against his mouth. Abandoning the kiss, he pulled back—not ready to give up her air, but wanting to see her face as he shoved her over the edge she was already so desperately close to.

So damn responsive to his touch. Every time he had her like this, she sucked him into this need to watch her as she came under his power. How her eyelashes fluttered, her lips parted, and her tongue curled around each gasp for more air to reach her lungs. How her cheekbones pulled tight with every guttural groan from her chest.

He slid a second finger into her tight chamber, stroking deep until her body tensed with a scream. He stilled for a tortuous breath, not moving for fear he would leave the spot he’d just discovered deep within her. His thumb continued rolling over her nubbin as he slid his fingers in and out, hitting the spot buried far into her again and again.

Her breathing sped, spiraling into out-of-control rasps interspersed with carnal growls, her hips angling helplessly against him for how he held her in place, begging him for release. He dragged a long stroke down over her nub as his fingers speared deep into her again, then he swiped across her clitoris until she was bucking. An animalistic scream parted her lips and her body shuddered against him, her face sparkling like she’d just found the gates of heaven.

He stroked her through the rest of the orgasm, pulling out wave after wave even as her body curled into him, exhausted, not able to take any more until he proved to her she still had more to give.

Her dark blue eyes finally opened to him, and the anger was gone. Wonderment. Only wonderment left shining in the dark orbs centering her irises.

“That…I am less angry now.” Her words breathless, sultry, floated up to him.

He chuckled, releasing her wrists and her spent arms dropped, her hands landing on his chest. He set his lips gently onto her swollen ones, tickling them with the lightest touch as he spoke. “You didn’t tell me not to compromise you.”

“What if I don’t care anymore?” Her words were breathless, but solid in intention. “What if I want you?”

He pulled up so he could see the full of her eyes, her face.

She didn’t care. He could see that.

Eight buttons.

Eight buttons on the fall front of his trousers and he could plunge into her. Her leg was still wrapped around his hip, the crux of her bared to him, for damn sake. And bloody hell, it would be glorious, sinking his cock deep into her tight, wet folds, still throbbing with her orgasm.

But she didn’t want him.

She wanted to punish her father.

That was what this was about.

There had only been one time in his life that his actions weren’t purely selfish. That was when he gave Wolf away to the blacksmith.

This was the second.

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