Page 73 of Deal with the Devil

He smirks as though he knows, his rough fingertips moving from my knee to my inner thigh, sliding up and down the smooth skin until it’s pebbled with goosebumps, and I’m so painfully aware of him, I want to cry—or beg—which I won’t do.No way.

“I can see your pussy glistening for me, Sunshine.” His dirty words are enough of a shock to my system, an unwilling moan slips free. “So pretty.”

His hand moves from my knee down that same path on my inner thigh to my throbbing sex, a finger stroking me so lightly against the sensitive flesh, it—tickles.

My hips twitch, the jerk of my body an involuntary motion seeking more of his touch. A deeper touch.

He doesn’t grant it to me as he keeps that stroke infuriatingly light, his fingertip gliding smoothly through the wet between the slit of my pussy lips. Again, I want to beg but seal my lips tightly shut as I angle my head, jutting my jaw in challenge as I act entirely unaffected even as my traitorous heart slams loud enough in my chest for him to hear.

He smiles a wicked smile that has blood surging anew in my veins, before he moves over me on the bed, his finger dipping between the crease to press that button of pleasure that promises release.

This time, I do let my moan loose. I couldn’t have bitten it back if I tried. My body is swollen with desire, and my flesh feels as though it’s been touched by fire. Kane presses a hot kiss to my belly before he pushes lower, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and calling a cry up from the deep of me as a shiver rockets down my spine, at war with the flames that consume my flesh.

The tip of his tongue begins a taunting exploration of my thigh before he makes my body his playground, reaching a hand between my legs to palm one breast, flicking and pinching the nipple before moving to the other and back again as his mouth finds that sweet spot between my legs, and he covers my pussy with his mouth, tongue stroking up and down the crease where his finger had explored not long before, taking up that maddening rhythm beforehe pulls my clit between his teeth and gives just enough pressure for stars to dance behind my eyes and my body to arch off the bed, heels digging into the edge of the mattress. I’m about to push away from him, because the pleasure—the pressureis nearly too much when he grips my hips in his hands to pin me in place.

That’s the moment I realize how much I need my hands. I’d have pushed them into his hair, curled my fingers in the strands and pulled. I’d have twisted fists into the sheets and held on for dear life—but I can do none of those things. I’m bound helpless by leather and man. At the mercy of his pleasure.

“Oh God—” I choke on a gasp as he twirls his tongue around the button of nerves, my body writhing.

“Not God, wife,” he growls against my core, pushing two fingers deep. “Husband.”

“Mmm.” I moan as he strokes. I’m so close. Nearly there. Any second.

“Say it.”

“What?”Am I even breathing?

“Husband.”

“Kane—” My hands clutch for the leather of the belt, needing something to ground me as the pleasure builds and threatens to erupt. I can taste the bright white light of it—the orgasm—and then it’s gone with his fingers and mouth. “No!Whatare you doing?”

That smirk is—I want to attack it. I even go so far as to tug on my restraint, but don’t get far.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” he murmurs, and then with his hands on my hips, he flips me onto my belly, hiking me up until I’m tugged tight, before slapping my ass hard enough to leave a sting in the wake.

My body jerks. “Kane.”

“Husband.” Another slap, and then he rubs the sting with a rough palm.

I grit my teeth, not wanting to give him what he wants as he moves close enough, I can feel the heat of him. In odd response, I shiver.

“What are you doing?” I breathe, looking over my shoulder to see him on his knees on the bed behind me, his blue eyes focused exclusively on me.

“I’m going to take this ass tonight, Nevaeh.”

Weakness floods me, thighs quivering. “Kane—I don’t…”

“You’re going to beg me to take it.” He palms me, moving his hands to my low back as my painfully empty, denied-it’s-orgasm core, aches. “You’re going to beg me to fuck this pretty little ass so hard that you’re a mess all around me. Beg me to let you come.”

His thumbs work circles into the dimples of my low back as my breath hitches and I struggle to keep myself steady on bound hands as my thighs continue to tremble. When his hands span from my low back to my waist, and he grips me hard before tugging meback against him, a small sound escapes my lips on a rush of breath.

“Kane.”

“Husband.”

He grinds the bulge of his arousal into me, the material of his jeans is rough against my tender, sensitive flesh, and I loose a hitched moan. “Husband.”

The answering growl of pleasure that rips from the deep cavern of his chest almost makes me orgasm right there on the spot. Almost.

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