Page 24 of Saving Sarah (Blissful Bets)

Devon’s lips eased against hers. She didn’t think. Sarah pressed more into him. Problems would be there for them to face, but right now, she wanted to experience what she’d missed all these years. The need to taste, to drink in every ounce of him she could manage, wrenched at her soul.

“Sarah, I missed you.”

Wetness slid across her cheek, and it took her a moment to realize the tears didn’t come from her. Devon kissed her passionately, clutching her back. Just the familiar feel of his touch came rushing back.

Holding him as tightly as she could, she pressed herself as close as she could get, still feeling too far apart. Devon’s hands quickly lifted her by her thighs. Straddling his waist, she let him pull off her shirt while she untucked his.

“Don’t ever leave me again. Ever.”

“Never,” he whispered against her lips.

Sarah felt the bed under her back as Devon lowered her. She kicked off the rest of her clothes only to realize he beat her at removing his own. The awe at watching his muscles flex while he lowered himself had her pussy so wet. This wasn’t the same Devon she remembered. Not even close.

Starting off at her neck, he kissed his way down to her breasts. In slow torturing circles, he teased her nipple, tugging at them with his teeth, only to move on to the next one. Sarah moaned, arching her back with the impatience to have his weight on her.

While his hands pushed her thighs wide, she tried to control her breathing. The desperation she wanted this to happen scared the controlling part of her mind, but she was willing to let go of everything if it meant regaining what she lost so long ago.

* * * *

So many times Devon dreamed of this exact scenario happening, but never once did it feel this real. Sarah’s scent, her essence, pulled at everything that resided inside. Finally, he’d have her, even if he’d prefer different terms. Gavin was something he’d have to become accustomed to, but if it meant having Sarah, then he was almost positive he could do it.

Trailing his lips down the valley between her breasts, Devon inhaled deeply. She smelled exactly the way he remembered, lavender with the slight mix of jasmine, a smell he tried to duplicate a million times and never succeeded.

The farther down he got, the stronger the pull became. The need to bury his face on her inner thigh and mark her taunted his mind. He wanted to, God how he wanted to sink his teeth into her, but it was immoral. After making Gavin agree not to, he couldn’t turn around and do it. It was something they’d have to do together.

Hovering above the wetness of Sarah’s pussy, Devon took a deep breath and lowered himself. Slowly, he trailed his fingers along her folds, feeling her shake beneath him. The sweetness of her taste swept across his senses, igniting an inferno of need, a need to touch, to taste, a need to take in as much of her as he possibly could.

Sliding his tongue inside of her opening, he felt her arch to receive him deeper. Repeatedly, he thrust, taking in as much of her juices as he could. He traced the inside of her pussy, feeling her grip around him tighter and tighter.

Impatient to taste her cum, Devon sucked on her clit and eased a finger into her slowly. Sarah bucked wildly as her orgasm rocked her body. Her scent hit him in waves. Tears came to his eyes as he fought the wolf inside of him. All he could hear was the screaming inside of his head begging him to forever make her his. Never had the pull been this powerful.

* * * *

Stars danced in front of Sarah’s eyes as she fought to focus her vision. She could feel Devon moving back up her body. The path of heat he left in his wake made her ready to come all over again. The feel of hard, smooth skin caressed her body as he slid against her. An urge to trace her tongue down every inch of his cock was almost uncontrollable, but the need to have him fill her overpowered everything.

“Devon, make love to me. I need to feel you inside of me, please.”

He didn’t hesitate, didn’t ask questions. The width of his cock stretched her while he eased his length into of her opening. Digging her nails into his back, she moaned at the overall sensation of her pussy gripping his thickness. Every inch he surged deeper sparked new currents of pleasure to burst through her body.

“This feel so right, so…” Sarah moaned.

“Perfect,” Devon said, finishing for her.

Devon’s tongue slid against hers as she felt him plunge the rest of his length inside of her. She moaned into his mouth, wrapping her legs around his waist. His rough hand grasped her hip while he began to thrust leisurely, reaching impossibly deeper and deeper with each push.

The friction against Sarah’s clit made her cling to his neck even tighter. Their bodies connected at every space imaginable, and she wasn’t going to give an inch of room for them to be apart.

She suddenly realized how consumed she felt by him. Every part of her mind begged to have Devon claim her in some way, and it had nothing to do with sex. While her thoughts raced with ways to never be separated from him again, she completely lost the connection to her body.

The orgasm that blindsided her had her screaming out Devon’s name.

His cock plunged harder, making her release back to back until finally she felt his warmth explode inside of her. The spell she was under suddenly broke, and reality crashed before her in a blinding wave of dizziness. She looked up at Devon just as shocked as he looked back at her, but neither of them said a word. Sarah couldn’t, wouldn’t even broach the fact that they’d just had unprotected sex. To do that would open a wound she wasn’t ready to face.

Chapter 12

The heat surrounding Sarah caused her to stir from sleep. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting light in through the curtains. She opened her eyes groggily to see Devon staring down at her, smiling. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she snuggled closer against his body.

After their shower, she’d fallen right to sleep. There was no telling how long she’d been out, but she felt completely revived and ready to have him inside of her again. The thought of what happened before scared her, but now that she’d slept on the idea, what occurred seemed to feel right, almost fated. She decided for once not to worry about the future and to take one day at a time.

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