His thumbs brushed the undersides of her swollen breasts, and she gasped at the burst of pleasure rushing to her hardened nipples.
Apparently, her moment of weakness was what he’d been waiting for. She opened her mouth to gasp, and his hot tongue rushed in to lay claim. Caught up in a blistering passion, she threw her arms around his neck and dragged his head down.
Not close enough.
His tongue thrust, hers parried. Though an admitted kissing novice, if she let her desire and passion do the teaching, she’d be mastering the craft in no time.
While his mouth busily turned her brain to mush, his hands turned her body into a flame. His thumbs against the soft underside of her breasts slid their way upward toward her heated and expectant nipples. The slow progression made her writhe, eager for him to touch her where she starved for his intimate attention.
She strained, pushing her aching breasts against his hands, begging for more.
He broke off their lava-hot kiss and said, in a deep, passion-heavy voice, “Not here.”
Lifting her as if she weighed no more than a sheaf of papers, he opened the door and strode from her room.
She squeaked in surprise, but pushed aside her mortification at the not-so-sexy sound.
“Where are you taking me?”
He didn’t respond, but kept walking, his eager stride eating up the length of the hallway.
She didn’t mind the hurry, she was burning. No time to rethink, no time for logic and reason to rip this moment from her grasp. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything, and she was damn well going to have him.
No regrets.
It took a few moments to reach their destination; an open bedroom door four or five down from hers.
His stride carried them to the middle of a large, dark room, where he gently lowered her to the floor, taking great pains to make sure each centimeter of the front of her sensitized body rubbed against his.
Desire flamed through her, setting her skin on fire. Every nerve tingled as lightning in her blood.
He let her go to turn and walk back to the open door, and she nearly collapsed. She glanced down at the ornately patterned carpet and steadied her wobbly legs.
The urges plowing through her were so intense she feared she’d never come up for air again.
So let me drown…I’ll die happy.
The door lock clicked. She looked up, and froze.
The dark, ravenous desire pouring from his tense frame overwhelmed her.
His eyes were the darkest she’d ever seen, obsidian burning brightly within the deepest, hottest pits of hell.
He was the Devil, and she was his willing demon mistress, starving for his otherworldly touch.
He walked toward her, and sexual tension rose with each step.
Step.Her knees wavered.
Step.Her thighs quaked at his look of insatiable hunger.
Step.Her pussy wept at the promise of pleasure, making a slick, warm mess between her legs.
Step.Her hands trembled, itching to touch him, feel his tight body, and encircle his hard cock.
Step.Her breasts swelled, and her nipples puckered, screaming for the hot wetness of his mouth.
When he stopped before her, the tension was so thick, desire so high, she knew if she allowed him to speak, she would be lost forever.
