Page 128 of Devil's Claim

His grin was entirely different than I’d seen before, and the way his long lashes floated across his cheeks forced a whimper from deep within. “Maybe I’ll just stay wet for the rest of the night.”

“That’s only a couple hours.”

He shifted his pelvis until his groin was pressed between my legs. “Then I guess I’ll extend that into twenty-four hours.”

“What about food?” I tilted my head until our lips were almost touching. As I struggled in his hold, he darted a quick glance up along the wall.

“You’re not going anywhere and I can think of better things to eat.” He allowed his lips to linger over mine for way too long.

I darted out my tongue, sweeping it across the seam of his mouth. The temptation was instantly too much and he crushed his mouth over mine, devouring my tongue in an instant. There was a desperate need in both of us, a stark yet telling desire that created wave after wave of current.

The feeling of his heavy body pressed against mine was incredible and I reared away from the wall, trying desperately to free my hands. I longed to touch him, to run the tips of my fingers down his scarred back. I’d been so afraid of losing him, yet was even more terrified of admitting it to myself. Now there was no holding back, the kiss a powerful reminder that for some crazy reason we were supposed to be together.

He rubbed his groin back and forth, creating a crush of friction and another mind-bending wave of desire that seemed never ending. The taste of him, so minty and fresh, was just aspowerful as his fevered hold. He finally thrust his tongue past my lips, instantly dominating mine.

The man was more crazed than before, every sound a deep, primal growl. We were both hot and sweaty, the water adding to rising steam.

He was intoxicatingly rough, the passion we shared shooting me straight into a moment of bliss. Just as soon as the kiss had started, it abruptly ended and he let go of my wrists.

I managed to rub my hands over his shoulders, but only briefly before he dropped to his knees, forcefully pulling my legs apart.

The second he used his thumbs to part my pussy lips, I threw one hand over my head, digging my fingers of the other into his shoulder.

“Oh, what are you doing?” I muttered, laughing immediately afterward, sensations rolling through me like a firecracker.

“Feasting,mi hermosa futura novia.”

“What did you call me?”

“I said my beautiful bride to be.”

His touch was everything, keeping the tingles shifting up and down my body. I couldn’t breathe, blood rushing through my system. The first swipe of his tongue around my clit and I was certain my legs were going to fail me.

“Oh, God. So… You are so bad.” My nails dug into his skin as I tried to keep from falling. Somehow, I knew around him that would never happen.

He sucked on my clit, taking his time as he rolled the tender tissue through his lips. I closed my eyes, still half laughing as the tingling sensations multiplied.

His arms were suddenly wrapped around my legs, the man lifting me off the shower floor. I smashed both hands against the wall, trying to stay aloft, my body teetering.

Every sound we made echoed even though the shower was huge. Water splashed over us, adding to the intense heat. I licked sweat off my upper lip, forced to bite back a scream as he drove his tongue into my tight channel.

Holy shit. Stars were floating in front of my eyes. I was one of those girls who would be happy to scream my joy in pure ecstasy. If only I didn’t have a little man sleeping only yards away. Maybe I’d ask Kruz to make the walls soundproof.

A nervous laugh tittered from my lips as he plunged several fingers alongside his tongue. Now this was what anyone could call a dangerous weapon. Every synapse was on fire, the fog wrapped around my vision all because of his sinful actions.

Breathing was something I’d do later. I was gasping for air, alternating between scratching his upper back and trying to keep myself from falling into a dark but amazing abyss.

His licks became more intense, his grunt and growls keeping me smiling. And licking my lips. And struggling to fill my lungs. And…

There was no advance warning, the climax slamming into my system. I slapped my hand across my mouth, certain there was no way to keep from screaming. The vibrations were crazy good, my toes pointing involuntarily.

He refused to let go, licking me fervently, using a combination of his fingers and tongue to drive me crazy. The sensations were too much to bear and before I knew what I was doing, I had my hand wrapped around his thick hair, jerking with so much pressure he finally lifted his head. The grin was on his face was maddening. I’d seen his expressions when he’d first seen me after the attack.

He’d had nothing but murder on his mind.

Now he was playful, capable of showing such completely different emotions.

When he buried his face into my pussy again, it was as if he had some kind of crazy magic in him. Almost instantly, my body responded, another orgasm driving into my core like a freight train.