Page 28 of A Heist for Filthy Rivals (Mythic Holidays #3)

My breathing quickens as I torment myself with theories about what he’s thinking.

Does he like what he sees? There are parts of myself I love and parts I dislike—is he going to see the imperfections of my body and comment on them, like he mocked my breasts at first?

I like to think that I’m confident enough not to care…

but somehow, with him, I absolutely care. Deeply, painfully.

“You’re fucking exquisite,” he whispers.

I whimper a little with sheer relief.

“I love how pink and puffy these are.” He runs a finger down each lip of my pussy. “I think I need to taste them.”

“Fuck,” I whisper as he gets down between my legs.

He sucks on each plump lip of my pussy, while I rest my arms above my head and try to relax, try to stop overthinking and anticipating what he might do next.

“Touch yourself for me,” he orders.

Surprised, I reach down to my clit. He stays between my legs, licking the seam of my sex occasionally, watching me play with myself.

“Put your hands on your knees and keep holding yourself wide open for me,” says Ravager. He pokes two fingers into my entrance, pulls them out slick, then dips again, again. A third finger enters, and he keeps pumping, stretching me with the thickness of all three.

Leaning forward, he runs the flat of his tongue over my clit.

“Ravager, gods,” I whimper. “Oh shit—”

He laps repeatedly at one side of my clit, and the off-kilter stimulation drives me wild. My hips squirm of their own accord, and he stops his ministrations, lifting his head between my knees and looking me right in the eyes.

He plants his hand on my lower belly, his broad thumb against my clit. “Be still, Devil.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I… because you… please. Please just fuck me.”

He almost grins—I can see the lines deepening at the corners of his blue eyes. “Not yet, sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about your body for weeks, and this might be the only time I get to enjoy it. I plan to savor every part of you thoroughly. And you’re going to lie there and let me.”

“Oh gods,” I sob. “Can’t you just put it in?”

With a look of ferocious indignation, he prowls over me, his big, naked body parallel with mine. He’s favoring the injured shoulder, but though I see a flicker of pain in his eyes, he doesn’t take his weight off it entirely.

In this position, with my knees arched on either side of his hips, the smooth, hot tip of his cock is bumping against my clit. He’s doing it on purpose. Tantalizing me just to be cruel. I buck my hips rebelliously, trying to align him with my entrance, but he avoids the attempt.

“I will not ‘just put it in,’” he growls. “If you want this to stop, it stops. But you said you would obey, and that means letting me take you where you need to go.”

“Fine.” I make a pout with my sore lips, and his eyes heat immediately. He kisses me, all salty, scruffy, male boldness. It was an impulsive kiss, like the first one I gave him, and I cherish the knowledge that even in this state of subservience, I have power.

I kiss him back, relishing the taste of him. I haven’t had the pleasure of enjoying a man’s mouth like this in a long time. A delirious liquid heat pools between my legs.

I slide my fingers through his hair and pull his ear close to my mouth. “Can I ask for something?”

“As long as it’s not a request to speed things up, yes.”

“Rub your cock over my breast.”

“You filthy girl,” he whispers, grinning. “All right. Legs down, for now, sweetheart.”

He shifts his position to kneel astride me, but he holds himself up just enough to avoid putting any of his weight on my torso. He’s careful of me, conscious of the bruises.

Taking his cock in hand, Ravager guides it to my right breast. He rubs it slowly over the soft flesh, then angles the head so that the tiny slit of his cock touches my nipple, leaking clear precum onto it. Dragging his cock head through the wetness, he glazes my breast with his arousal.

My nerves are vibrantly alive, my breasts exquisitely sensitive. Little thrills keep rolling through my clit, and there’s slickness pouring from my opening. I’m so ready for him. My body wants him inside, aches to be fucked full.

Ravager reaches down between my legs and swipes his fingers through the copious wetness. He paints my other breast with it, then climbs off me and bends down to lick my arousal off my skin. When his lips close over my nipple, I touch my clit with a desperate little mew on my lips.

He lets the tip of my breast pop out of his mouth and grins. “I never thought you could make such a sound.”

“Shut up,” I gasp. “Shut up and tell me how long you’re going to torture me before you come inside me.”

At those last three words, his pupils dilate and a hectic flush colors his cheeks. He liked that phrase.

I seize the new information eagerly. “I want you to enter me bare and come hard, deep inside my pussy, Ravager,” I whisper.

He flushes deeper. Gods, he’s beautiful like this, fighting his own lust for me.

“You cunning devil.” He kisses my mouth hard, and it’s like a reward and a rebuke at the same time. “You’re trying to steal your pleasure early. Thieves get punished, you know.”

He doesn’t return to his place between my legs. Instead, he moves behind my head, then rises a little on his knees, until he’s hovering over my face. From this vantage point, I have an excellent view of his balls and his ass. He’s well-groomed for a criminal—clean, symmetrical, and neatly trimmed.

Ravager taps the glossy head of his cock against my mouth.

“Open those big, beautiful lips for me, sweetheart. That’s it—now close them. Gods…” He releases a long sigh. “Your mouth is so fucking beautiful.”

I swirl my tongue around his cock head, and he tenses with a gasped “fuck.”

“This, right now, is the best thing I’ve ever seen or felt,” he says. “Relax your throat. I’m going deeper.”

Closing my eyes, I focus on relaxing all the muscles of my throat, and as I do it, I end up relaxing other muscles, too, in my mouth and jaw, my neck, my shoulders, even my arms and legs. I lie there, utterly limp and pliant, while Ravager pushes his cock deeper.

He only does it twice before he pulls out with a panicked “shit,” gets up, and walks a few steps away from me, muttering something. I smirk, knowing he almost came in my mouth and that he’s trying to pull himself together.

“Looks like someone is having trouble taking it slow,” I say sweetly.

“Shut up. Gods.” He gives a rough half-laugh and shakes his head at me. But there’s an edge of real distress to his tone, so I rise from the nest of linens and approach him.

He’s got one forearm planted against the pantry shelves, and he’s heaving great breaths. “Don’t touch me, Devilry, or I’m going to come.”

“You’re afraid this is the only time we’ll be together, so you want to do everything at once,” I murmur. “That’s what you said, right? And you really want to be the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

He nods.

“Ravager, you can’t know that this will be the only time.”

“You said—”

“I know what I said.” I sigh and tilt my forehead against his broad back. “But you’ve already made me feel more special and more aroused than anyone I’ve ever been with. It’s something I could easily get addicted to. Something I might want again.”

In this moment, I mean it. Will I mean it hours from now, when my team returns? Will I mean it when I’m out of Annordun and I have enough wealth for a lifetime?

I don’t know.

Ravager turns and curls his hand beneath my chin, lifting my face. For a moment he looks deep into my eyes without speaking, and I have the strangest sense that he can see every lie I’ve ever told, including the words I just spoke to him, which are true now but might not be true tomorrow.

“How do you want me to fuck you, Devilry?” he says quietly.

My cheeks heat. “Like we were. Me on my back, and you…”

He’s shifting our positions already, guiding me down, taking his place above me. “Get those beautiful thighs wide apart, love.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes.” My body is incandescent with excitement, with heat, with a violent craving for him. I want this. I want this so badly that my need for it has blotted out everything else in this realm or any other.

Ravager kneels between my legs again. He leans forward and caresses my entire form, from my neck to my hips, bandages and all, like he’s framing me with his hands, reveling in the way my skin feels.

I didn’t think it was possible to feel more passionately awake, but that hungry caress of his hands brings me to life all over again.

When he tucks the tip of his cock into my entrance, it’s as if my body sucks him in. He accepts the invitation with an eager groan, pushing into my heat.

“Yes, gods, yes.” I’m on the verge of crying, it feels so good. To have him, thick and hot and hard, all the way inside me, to feel him tremble because he has wanted this so badly—it’s the most glorious thing I’ve ever experienced.

“You feel like gold,” I tell him breathlessly. And he does. Heavy, rich, solid, with a brightness that expands through my whole body.

He’s looking down at me with stunned joy in his eyes, with a blissful shock that has taken him beyond words. Like I feel so good to him that he can’t speak.

“Fuck me deep, Ravager,” I tell him.

With a groan, he pulls back and shoves in again, down to the hilt. Then he begins a swift rocking rhythm, a pattern of fervent thrusts. I curl my legs tighter, feeling the impending orgasm building in my lower belly, in my clit, everywhere, everywhere.

Lowering his head, he kisses me, still buried deep. I put my hands on his chest, stroking the thin layer of hair covering his pectorals, teasing his beaded nipple with my thumb. His eyes close and his whole powerful body quivers.

“I fucking love how sensitive you are,” I whisper.

His only reply is a ragged moan that’s almost a whimper. He’s bracing himself mostly on his good arm, but I touch the injured one lightly.