Page 7 of Married to the Devil

I kiss him back in a frenzy, moaning at the taste of his soft, stubbly lips, the power in his shoulders and his arms as he holds me, the warmth of his body, the way he dwarfs me. I’m average, around five-foot-six, not all that thin, but it’s like I’m a toy in his arms. He eats me, his tongue lapping mine, before pulling back with rage and need etched on his stone-like face.

He pours more liquor into my mouth. I gulp it down. He finishes the glass and tips it onto the floor, letting it bounce and roll away, his freed hand now lacing through my thick hair.

He bends and smells some strands before rubbing them down my face, leaving them in my mouth.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, eyes roaming my body. I’m still in my dress from earlier and now I’m aware of the low neckline, the short hemline, showing my lightly tanned skin.

I yelp, blowing out blond hair, as he lifts me up, hands gripping my ass, wrapping my legs around his middle and kissing me again.

I moan as he turns and pushes me against the glass.

His mouth is hunger and heaven. It’s hell and a promise of every mistake I never should’ve made. And I don’t care. I should be back with Marnie taking care of all my friends, and instead I’m with a beast, a monster, a creature unlike anything I’ve experienced.

But as he holds me suspended over the city, his lips sucking my neck, my chest, the tops of my breasts, it’s like the ice around him thaws. What was a statue before warms as he touches me, as I grind into his incredible body, as I kiss his perfect lips.

He lets me down. One hand wraps around my neck, pushing my chin back, as the other tears the straps off my shoulders. One rips and I moan in shock. He doesn’t seem to care. He peels me apart, and he does it slowly. I’m breathing hard as he tugs down my top, exposing one breast, and then the other.

“Lovely doll, like you were made for me,” he says in worship, eyes shining with more emotion than I thought he was capable of. His mouth takes mine, kissing me before moving down to lick my breasts, sucking my tits and nipples, other hand tugging up my skirt, cupping my ass.

I moan. I’ve never been so stimulated before, and he’s barely done anything to me. His tongue swirls around my hard nipples and that hand moves to the front of my panties, slowly stroking between my legs.

“Ah, that’s a good girl,” he whispers, biting one breast hard enough to hurt.

“Fuck, Rafe,” I gasp, arching.

His fingers press into my clit. I gasp as the pleasure and the pain slam together. He deftly flicks my panties aside, rubbing up and down my folds. Holy shit, I’m so wet, it’s like he’s gliding through me.

“Such a soaking girl. Such a greedy slut. Let’s see how you taste.” He plunges his fingers inside of me.

Then pulls them out.

And sucks them clean.

Is this guy for real? That must have been the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

He moans and sighs.

“Delicious. Your turn.”

“My what⁠—“

He repeats the process, but this time, he shoves his fingers in my mouth.

It’s warm and salty. I whimper, moaning, sucking myself off him. He watches eagerly, a low hum in the back of his throat. He fucks my mouth with his fingers before pulling them out, spit connecting his palm and my chin.

“Very good girl,” he whispers, lightly patting my cheek, leaving more spit on my skin. “Now for everything.”

“Rafe—“

He drops to his knees, spreads my legs, and finds my pussy with his mouth.

Right there, back to the windows overlooking the city, I nearly shatter on this monster’s mouth. He eats me like he’s dying. His tongue laps and sucks my folds like no man has ever touched me before. I’ve never been more taken, more worshipped, more licked and sucked and teased. His mouth is heaven and hell as he grips my ass and pulls me tighter, moaning like he’s enjoying it as much as I am.

I’m in bliss. I’m in a frenzy. I grind against this dark hell’s face and whisper his name, breasts shaking, panties ruined, dress torn.

“You taste—like fucking—bliss—“ he moans against me.

“Holy shit, Rafe, I’m going to⁠—“