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Devlin—his mouth still latched onto my breast, lips curling in unmistakable pride—met my gaze with a look that saidI’m nowhere near done with you.
And just like that, my anxiety melted away.
With one last slow, teasing suck, he released my nipple with a soft, wetplop. He trailed hot kisses down my ribcage, his tongue tracing the curved lines of my body like he was learningme. When he reached the swell of my stomach, his teeth grazed gently over the little mound just below my navel. A low groan rumbled from his chest, but it was drowned out by the loud snarl of his stomach.
My eyes fluttered open. “Devlin,” I murmured, surprised at the sultry edge to my own voice.
“Mm-hmm?” His lips quivered against me as he pressed them into the soft thatch of hair. His hands shifted, one sliding beneath my thigh, lifting my leg with ease and hooking it over his shoulder, spreading me open to him like his own personal feast.
If I didn’t say it now, I wouldn’t be able to—not once his tongue was on me, not once he had me unraveling beneath him again. “I want you to feed from me,” I blurted out.
That got his attention. His gaze snapped up to meet mine, desire thick in his bourbon eyes, but beneath it, a flicker of something else. Caution.
His voice, low and careful, rumbled against my skin. “I’d be breaking rule number one.”
To hell with the rules!
I wanted him to know how badly my body craved him. Not as some incubus demon fulfilling a bargain. Not one living out someone else’s fantasy. Not one taking what he needed to survive.
I wanted Devlin.
“We’ve changed everything else about our bargain. Why not this?”
His stomach let out another feral growl. “Are you sure?” His voice was rough, thick with restraint—his own body warring against him, as if begging him to take what was being offered and to not ask questions.
I nodded—perhaps a little too eagerly. “Yes,” I whispered.
I felt the exact moment Devlin let his senses flood back to him. His entire body stiffened, his muscles locking in place. Hisfingers dug deeper into my thighs, before he abruptly pulled away, splaying his hands wide on the blanket either side of my waist.
Shadows pooled around him, writhing and curling like a living entity. His horns emerged from beneath his tousled hair, thick and ridged, curling backward. His tail lashed through the air, slicing so violently that the breeze stirred across my bare skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.
The sound of tearing fabric split the air, and I gasped, realizing that his shadow talons had punched through the blanket beneath us, anchoring him in place, his hunger so visceral he had literally rooted himself to the spot.
Devlin exhaled slowly, his breath cascading over me like a warm ember. And then his tongue was on me.
The first stroke was gloriously slow, a deliberate, lingering drag through my folds, as if he were savoring the moment. The soft, wet heat of his tongue pressed into my entrance, before he flattened it against my aching clit, dragging over the pulsing nerves with just the right amount of friction.
My back arched, a strangled gasp slipping from my lips, but before I could fully process the pleasure, the tip of his tongue flicked hard, causing my desire to pool between my legs. Devlin’s tongue buried into my folds, lapping at my arousal as if he could get drunk from it.
And then, suddenly, he was gone.
My eyes flew open, and I found him still, his face hovering between my legs.
His entire body quivered, his hands fisting into the shredded blanket as he fought to keep himself grounded. His throat bobbed with a slow, deliberate swallow, his pulse thrumming against my calf as he savored my taste. His eyes were almost black with hunger when they finally met mine.
“Fuck, Jen,” he ground out, his voice wrecked, thick with raw, unfiltered need.
His jaw clenched and his brows furrowed as if he were battling with himself—to take it slow, to control the incubus instincts raging inside him.
I saw the moment his incubus won.
With a deep, feral groan, he buried his face between my legs again, his mouth devouring me with a hunger so desperate, so relentless, it shattered every thought from my mind. He dipped, flicked, licked, sucked—a rhythm so perfectly sinful that a second orgasm coiled in my core.
“You have no idea how good you taste,” Devlin murmured against my pussy.
His tongue was on me again, lapping at the fresh wave of desire that he called from me. The tip of his tongue pressed inside me, pulsing with slow, deliberate intent, mimicking the rhythm of a thrust so perfectly my toes curled, my thighs trembling around his head. Then his lips sealed around my clit, sucking with a slow, aching pull that had my breath stuttering. He teased, sucking, releasing, flicking, bringing me right to the edge but not quite allowing me to fall, as if he were determined to savor me as if I was his last supper
“Come with me,” he pleaded, his voice a husky whisper against my skin as he dragged his mouth back to my aching clit.
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