“I thought I could resist you. That I could force you to hate me and it would make our existence easier, but it was inevitable.”
He whispers this and then kisses behind my ear, in the tender place that has my skin pebbling.
“We’ve been doomed to fall into each other’s paths from the beginning of time.” His kisses along my lower jaw until his lips crash into mine.
His hold on my hair loosens and I drag my hands into his. He breaks the kiss. His gaze ignites, sending a trail blazing down to my core.
He watches me like he’s starved and I’m the last meal that he plans to savor.
I glide my hands down to his waistband and grab his belt before looking back into his mesmerizing eyes.
“Tell me you don’t want this, little warrior.” His lips meet mine again, hasty and eager. “Tell me you’re not drawn to me the same way I am to you. Save us both from damnation because I’m not strong enough to do it for us.”
I could pretend that I was a smart woman who made smart decisions. I could pretend that I knew what falling for The Devourer would mean for me and the rest of those I care about.But the truth is, I’m a reckless woman and his kisses make the stars feel closer than they’ve ever been.
“You have me. You should be my perdition, but in these moments, you feel like my salvation. I’m yours.”
“May I touch you, Alora?” He stops, his eyes locked on mine. “I need to know it’s okay to touch the goddess of wrath.”
That damned nickname again, it causes my insides to curl and warm, leaving me wet.
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask.” I practically groan the words against his mouth.
The heady mix of arousal and eroticness of the moment is heightened with his need for consent.
Our teeth clash and our hands move as if on instinct to find the sensitive places, to claim our own truth. It’s exhilarating and frightening at the same time to reveal my vulnerability like this in the shadowed streets.
There, on the cold ground, under the clear sky, we touch each other and explore. He pulls up my skirts and the warmth of his fingers teases over my cotton shift while his tongue snakes into my mouth.
“Are you wet for me, Alora? I can feel it through your undergarments.”
His thumb circles over the fabric, the friction creating a delicious sensation. It doesn’t take long before my cheeks flush with heat.
He nips my lip with his teeth. “Demand what you want, little warrior. Maybe I’ll reward you. I’m well seasoned in the way to make a person come, I can promise you that.”
If I just hadmore.More pressure, more ofhim.
“You know what I want.” That's all I can bear to say. I’ve never been outside so exposed while doingthis.
His circling stops and he moves his hand to my jaw, grabbing my chin and holding it. The ache between my legs grows withthe need for his touch. “Let me hear you say it, Alora, and then I’ll make you come and see your own stars under the goddess’s approval.”
“You’re wicked,” I practically whimper out.
His obscene words have my insides coiling with desire, leaving me wanting his approval.
Well two can play this game.
I reach for his loosened belt and unbutton the trousers while slipping my hand inside to the warm, thick flesh. I grasp around his pulsing dick and rub my thumb over his head, swiping over a bead of wetness.
He grabs my ass firmly with his free hand, the other hovering over my core.
“Tell me, little siren, what you want my hands to do to you.”
I move my hand and wrist slowly, stroking down to his shaft and back up to his tip. His groan is all the encouragement I need to continue.
“Devourer, what doyouwant?” I can’t help but smile when his eyes close. He tilts his head back while releasing a deep exhale.
His hand pinches my soft flesh and I wince, but he quickly moves the hoovering hand back to my shift and begins to rub my clit again through the dampening fabric. The heady pleasure mixed with pain, like he promised, has my hips circling, trying to get the pressure just right.
