Page 53 of Devoted

I splutter on a cough and he chuckles.

“Wow.” I’m lost for words.

I’m almost orgasming from his filthy mouth. Unbelievable, a man who can get a woman off with words.

Never, ever in my life have I been so desperate for every single detail he described.

“I’m not quite done,”he growls.

I bite the inside of my lip.“You’re really going the whole distance with this. Carry on…”

He places his index finger over my mouth and my eyes go wide.

“He would take her to bed and lay her down, ripping every shred of clothing off of her and demand she grab the headboard. Once she does, he’d loosen his tie and roll up his sleeves, leaving her waiting in anticipation. She will be begging for more. Only then will he join her on the bed, grab her perfect ass in both hands to hold himself and lick her clean. Fucking her with his tongue, maybe even both holes. Until her hips are bucking against his face and he is smothered in her sweet juices.”

A whimper leaves my throat.What is happening to me?

“Jesus Christ, Luca,” I moan.

“Yes, she would probably moan just like that. But louder, she would be screaming my, I mean his, name until her lungs were burning. And then do you know what he’d do?”

I shake my head. All I can picture is my hands on the headboard.

“He’d pull her spent body into his arms and kiss her. One of those earth shattering, make you come on the spot kisses.”

His gaze locks on my lips, his pupils dilating making his eyes black.

“Show me,” I whisper.

I can see the conflict cross his features, so I smooth my fingers through his messy brown locks and pull him towards me, so his lips are barely brushing mine.

“Please. I want this. I need you.”

I tug him closer to me. “Everything. I want it all. With you. I’m ready.”

I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. To show me what it’s like to be owned, possessed, consumed in the best possible ways.

To unleash the woman beneath I know is there.

“Can I kiss you? I can’t stop replaying it in my head.”

I nod. Me neither.

“Words,Rosa. If we do this, we do this properly. I want to worship every inch of you. But it has to be completely on your terms. You are always in control.”

His face is serious, but my body is on fire.

“Luca, I want this. Shit, I want this so much. Please.”

I rise up on my tiptoes, my lips hovering over his, and whisper, “Be the first man to ever make me come.”

“Oh fuck,” he groans, his warm breath hitting my lips. “I need to get you upstairs.” With that he bends and scoops me into his arms, cuddling me into his chest as he takes us to his bedroom.

He lays me down onto the bed, softly stroking my face as he bends down and kisses me, running his hands through my hair. The mattress dips as he lays down next to me, and I turn onto my side to face him.

Nerves bubble under the surface. What if I’m not good enough? What if I’m too broken? And the last one worries me the most. What if he still can’t do it for me?

“Hey, are you sure about this?” His deep voice distracts me from my spinning mind.

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