Page 11 of Wed to the Devil

Talia gasps and kisses me hard, arching her body into mine and biting my lip hard. I growl and pin her hips with my own, thrusting against her soft warmth. She bites her lip and wraps her legs around my body, trying to draw me in.

I am uninterested in her attempts at wresting control from me. I pull away from her warmth, kissing her hard and then putting a hand to her chest to separate us completely.

Talia surges up and I put my hand around her throat, squeezing gently and looking her dead in the eyes. “Behave. I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, not a second before that.”

“You’re the devil,” she spits back.

“Don’t I know it.” I grin and flex my fingers against her delicate neck. “Now be a good girl and stay put while I explore.”

She writhes beneath me, a fire in her eyes that is only matched by the fire inside me, threatening to burn me alive if I don’t kiss the skin of her collarbone right fucking now. It’s hot and sweet, with a trace of salt from the fact that it’s getting hot in this tiny bedroom. When I suck hard for just a moment, a low hiss leaves her lips.

“Shh,” I murmur. “If you make a sound, I’ll stop.”

I hear a muffled yelp as Talia struggles to sit up. I skim my fingers down her stomach, teasing the skin just below her belly button.

“Do you want me to continue?” I ask.

Her mouth pulls to the side. I can tell she wants to argue, to fling words at me. I still my hand, quirking a brow. She looks distinctly frustrated.

But instead of telling me off, she just shakes her head. I smirk at her and drop a kiss right between her glorious bare breasts.

“Good girl.”

I palm one of Talia’s tits, admiring its shape and the weight against my skin. The skin of her areola intrigues me; it’s a whispered caress against my skin, just the color of a soft satin ballet slipper. Her breasts are on the small side but they’re nearly symmetrical. I can’t stop staring at them and touching them, rolling her nipple between my fingers until it grows hard and dusky.

She makes a stifled noise and I remember with stunning clarity that she is here too. Her nipple pebbles, creating an interesting texture beneath my fingers. I lower my mouth to her breast, dropping hot kisses around her nipple. Teasing, tormenting little bites to her velvety nipples that arouse me as much as Talia. She represses a moan and I stop, looking up at her.

“What was that?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.

She shakes her head quickly, her mouth bunching. I stare at her for a few seconds before I push her breasts together and lick, suck, and bite them both. She squirms, her breathing growing harsh.

I skate my fingers down between her thighs, carelessly shoving at her legs to open them, and tease one finger slowly up her slit. She’s dripping, hot and wet, her body preparing itself for me. She convulses, sitting halfway up.

I’m quick to shush her. “Don’t make me stop, darling girl. Not when I am enjoying your body so much.”

I bring my finger up to my mouth, my eyes locked with Talia’s while I lick her juices off as messily as possible. I swear that I actually see her pupils widen. Usually when I have sex, it’s all about my pleasure. I’m in a hurry to give the nameless, faceless woman an orgasm so that I can come.

But right now, it’s different.

With Talia… it feels different. I get as much pleasure from watching her squirm as I ever did from burying myself in any number of basic fucks.

I don’t understand the emotions that swirl around us at this moment, but I drink them in, savoring them all the same.

She starts to lower her hands from their position over her head, frustrated at my lack of movement. At last, I move down her body, kissing and nipping her tender flesh, skimming down her ribs, her belly button, her hips. I slow down and pay special attention to the new swell of her abdomen.

Talia writhes and squirms, making a soft sound that is clearly not happy. I take the hint and move on, pressing her thighs wide as I drop kisses on the area that would normally be covered by the tiny triangle of her panties. Her hands touch my hair and I let her thread her fingers through my locks.

I mark her flesh on her inner thighs, inhaling deeply when I catch the sweet musk of her excitement perfuming the air.

“Fuck, Talia. You smell so damn sweet, darling girl. I can’t wait to taste you.” My voice is raspy and low, my hands shaking slightly as I move back up to explore her body more extensively.

My kiss moves slowly down her body, tracing the curves and dips of her sculpted form until I reach the juncture between her legs. The sweet scent of her arousal fills my senses and I revel in it, inhaling deeply as I tease and tantalize the slick folds of her desire. Talia gasps and writhes beneath me, every inch of her body begging for more. She is fucking pleading with me to hurry up. But I take my time to savor each and every sigh and squirm.

I love having such power over Talia.

I answer her pleas by pressing forward, pushing my tongue against each ridge and curve until she is arching into my mouth with a convulsing sigh. Each taste and sensation sets off a wave of pleasure that shudders through both our bodies, leaving us panting as the intensity builds.

She clutches at my hair as I swirl my tongue around her clit. I lick and taste every part of her until she is quivering from head to toe. Then I stop, pulling away. Talia groans, her nails turning into weapons as they rake my shoulders.

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