“Come into the kitchen.” I seize his arm, push him in front of me, and propel him down the hallway, through the kitchen door.
“Gods, Devil,” he says with a chuckle. “I was just healed, and now you’re going to rough me up again, is that it?”
“Yes.” I slam the door behind me, seize two fistfuls of his open shirt, and shove him against the wall. “That’s exactly it.”
15
Devilry kisses me like we’re both about to die.
Maybe we are. Maybe I can resign myself to dying, as long as I get to do it with her.
She encountered something or someone after I left her—that much is clear. There’s magic restraining her tongue, or she’d tell me what happened. Of course I’m maddened by thenot knowing,but it can’t be helped.All I can do is go along with her plan, trust her heart, and rely on her cunning mind to get us out of whatever shit we’ve stepped into.
Though it seems Devilry has other plans for me, before we proceed to blowing up the fortress. She tears her mouth awayfrom mine, drops to her knees, and starts frantically unbuttoning my pants.
“Sweetheart, wait, wait. Stop.” I cover her fingers with mine.
She looks up at me andfuckI do not want to be thoughtful and careful in this moment. All I want is that plump red mouth gloving my cock, sliding along it. I want her tongue twisting around the entire length of me.
But her eyes… my god, her eyes. Huge and gray and tragic, like mirrored clouds and shimmering rain, like a whispering storm.
She asked me not to question the destruction of the fortress, or why we won’t be taking anything from it. I need to question this act of hers, though. She might not be able to tell me the true motivation behind it, but I need to be sure she’s doing something she truly wants, something she won’t regret once her emotions settle.
She’s turning away from me again, so I cup her chin and gently guide her face up. “Why do you want my cock in your mouth right now, Devilry?”
The flush on her cheeks deepens to a rich rose. She’s struggling to express herself again, fumbling for words. “Because,” she whispers.
“Are you going to regret this later?”
Something hardens in her eyes—a boldness, a steel blade. “No. I will not regret anything that I do to you right now.” Her fingers begin moving beneath mine, easing buttons out of their holes. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here in this god-awful fortress, in this wrecked kitchen, with you.”
She folds back both sides of my pants and strokes down my abdomen with her fingertips before dipping into the opening and delicately grasping the base of my cock.
The touch is bliss. I shudder and brace both my palms against the wall behind me.
Devilry takes my length out and licks up the underside. A flare of thrilling pleasure rushes along my cock, and my stomach tenses. My chest surges higher, swelling with breaths I can’t control.
She lays the tip of her tongue beneath the slit at the head of my cock, then swirls it lightly over me. I groan at the torturous teasing.
“Take off your shirt,” she orders. “What’s left of it.”
Clumsily I rip it off and throw the remnants aside.
“That’s right.” With her mouth still a breath from my cock, she surveys my body, pleasure lighting her eyes. “Gods, you’re fucking beautiful.” My cock jerks upward in her hand, and she laughs softly. “You like compliments, do you, Ravager?”
“Who doesn’t?” I reply, and then I cry out, helplessly, because she’s mouthing the head of my cock, suckling on the tip like it’s her favorite sweet.
I’m going to die from this. She’s killing me right here. My heart is pounding harder than it ever does when I’m scared.
Devilry lets my cock head slip wetly from between her lips. Hooking her thumbs into the waist of my pants, she works them down my legs. I step out of them and stand there, utterly naked, while she’s still fully dressed.
“Face the wall,” she says.
I’m not about to deny her anything, so I turn my back to her.
“Bend over.”
“Shit, Devil,” I say tightly, but I do as she asks. Palms to the wall, I lower my upper body, pushing my ass out, toward her.
