He settled between her legs on the bed, starting where he had left off, his fingers parting her slick folds. He licked her nipple, leveraged himself on his left forearm, pleased when the lingering pain was eclipsed by desire. She was wet, so wet. And hot. Her body undulated against him, seeking more, urging him on with her hips.
Devil sucked the peak of her other breast, then grazed it with his teeth.
“Oh,” she said.
She liked him a little rough, his Evie. Good, because he was wild for her. And the hold he had on his restraint was growing slippery. He suckled her and played with her and she came beautifully, body bowing from the bed. She was so wet by now that the sound of his fingers sliding through her folds echoed in the chamber.
He had to be inside her.
Soon.
But Evie had other intentions, it seemed. In the aftermath of her second crisis, she flattened her palms on his shoulders, guiding him to his back. He did as she wanted, lying there with awareness humming through him. The sheets were cool and soft on his back. His cock was hard, ballocks drawn tight with need. She straddled him, those creamy thighs on either side of his hips.
Good God, he had a perfect view of the tempting folds of her sex, parting. Of the swollen pearl peeking from her curls. His mouth watered for another taste of her. The sinner in him wondered if he could convince her to sit on his face so he could thrust his tongue deep inside her until she came again.
But then he forced himself to remember she was a virgin. Although they had made good use of their fleeting moments alone over the past few months, he had refused to bed her until she was his wife. He reached for her breasts, weighing them in his palms. They were perfect handfuls.
“I want to worship you,” she told him shyly.
He felt like an ungainly, massive creature trapped beneath a goddess. He was aware of his scars, his every mark of ink. On his chest, on his upper arm, the puckered, pink flesh from the most recent bullet.
“I am nothing to worship,” he rasped.
She shook her head, a beautiful smile curving her lips. “How wrong you are, Theodore Winter. You are perfect.”
“Flawed.”
She dipped her head and pressed a kiss to his healed wound. “Perfect.”
Ah, fuck.Tenderness warred with desire.
“A beast,” he ground out. “Covered in ink and scars.”
“Mybeast.” She kissed across his chest, her mouth anointing every mark, every wound, all the pieces of his past. “I love your scars. I love your ink.” Those tormenting lips traveled to his throat. “I loveyou.”
He was damned glad she did, because he loved her too. More every day. More than he thought possible.
She kissed his other shoulder, then made her way to his jaw, kissing to his lips with slow, maddening precision. Devil could not wait another moment. He caught her chin and angled her head, sealing their mouths. They kissed long and deep, an exchange of emotion too profound for mere words.
Then she broke the kiss and changed her position, settling between his legs on her knees as she kissed down his chest, following the thin trail of dark hair that led directly to his straining cockstand.
“Evie,” he ground out, not wanting her to take him in her mouth. And also desperately wanting her to take him in her mouth.
She kissed the tip, and when her tongue flicked out to taste him, he could not suppress a moan. Damn, but it was glorious. Until she licked a circle around him before sucking his cock into her pretty mouth. And then it was more than glorious. Wet heat engulfed him. He was in heaven. Bliss. He had died and this was Elysium. He never wanted it to end.
He could not keep still. His hips pumped, sending him deeper into her mouth.
Fuck.If it didn’t end soon, he was going to spill before he was inside her.
Devil reached for her, hauling her up his body before rolling her onto her back once again.
Evie was onher back, Theo a welcome, muscular weight wedged between her thighs. His mouth was on hers, feasting, feeding. Love and desire swirled through her, making her almost dizzied with the force of it. She trembled beneath his questing hands, beneath his supple lips and fierce kisses.
All the months they had waited to be married had been worth it for this.
For him.
She would have waited forever, if she’d had to. Evie was quite glad she hadn’t had to.
