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Tonight, he used his tongue with purpose. This wasn’t a press into me before dragging his tongue back through my folds. This was a slow, sinful promise of what was to come.

And I barely had the brain power to realize that his tongue was inhumanly long, sinuous and flexing, as he stroked my inner walls with slow, rippling precision.

My head spun as he curled and pulsed, caressing me in ways I hadn’t even imagined possible.

Pleasure built fast, tension coiling in my belly, my hips rolling instinctively to his mouth.

He worked me mercilessly, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me open for him as he explored every aching inch of me.

My entire body clenched as my release came crashing over me. A broken cry escaped my lips as wetness flooded from me, my muscles locking, my entire world shattering beneath his mouth.

But Devlin wasn’t finished.

Even as my body trembled, still quaking from my release, he pulled his tongue from me, only to replace it with slow, deliberate kisses along my swollen folds. His mouth found my clit, lips wrapping around it, sucking me into his mouth.

A strangled moan tore from my throat as his fingers pressed against the swell of my belly, a possessive, grounding touch that sent another wave of arousal rolling through me.

Then, finally, his hand slipped lower. His fingertip found where his tongue had just been, my entrance slick and ready for him as he slowly pressed inside me. He held his finger still for a moment before dragging it from me.

“Devlin,” I ground out, begging him for more.

I felt his lips pull into a smile as a second finger joined the first, and I moaned as he pushed inside me. A fresh wave of my arousal coated him, accommodating the glorious stretch as his fingers delved deeper, working me in slow, sensual strokes.

I gasped, my back arching as his fingers curled just right, pressing against that hidden patch of nerves that sent white-hot pleasure exploding through me.

His tongue flicked in tandem, matching every pulse and every shudder, until I was writhing beneath him, desperate and overwhelmed, and ready for more.

But he didn’t stop. His fingers massaged that glorious spot until I shattered around him again, and just how the fuck was he doing this to me?

Like my pleasure was infinite under his touch?

My body shuddered, my release tearing through me in frantic waves.

He worked me through every crash, every convulsion, dragging every last drop of pleasure from my body.

And when my screams finally faded into breathless gasps, when my body sagged against the sheets, limp and spent, he pressed a final, lingering kiss against my inner thigh, his voice dark and dangerously satisfied as he murmured, “I could do this all night, little witch.”

Devlin’s lips and chin glistened with my release as he lifted his head from between my legs, his expression dark and ravenous.

His inhumanly long tongue slid slowly from between his lips, a wicked, deliberate motion as he licked my arousal from his face, savoring every last drop like it was too precious to waste.

Heat surged through me at the sight, and when he undid the knot to his towel, my breath caught in my throat.

His gaze locked onto mine, pupils blown wide with lust. He leaned in, his weight pressing deliciously against me, his elbows braced on either side of me.

The warmth of his skin coiled around me, his presence all-consuming.

His fingers found my wrist, wrapping around it with a gentleness that made my chest ache.

Slowly, he guided my palm to his chest, resting it over the heavy, erratic thump of his heart.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you, my little witch?” he murmured, his voice rough, crackling as if the words were slipping out against his will. “How you’ve made every beat of this finally feel like it means something.”

Emotion knotted tight in my throat, and I had to physically bite down on my cheek to stop myself from blurting out the three words clawing at the tip of my tongue.

My legs wrapped around his waist, my heels pressing into the small of his back as I guided him forward. A sharp breath hissed through his teeth as the thick, heavy weight of his tip pressed against my entrance, parting my slick folds.

The first slow slide of him stole the air from my lungs, and Gods—the heat, the stretch of him, the way every nerve in my body seemed to react to him—it was everything. And that was just the tip of him.

A guttural groan tore from Devlin’s throat, his jaw clenching as he felt my arousal, how ready I was for him. He cast me one final, searching glance, his lips brushing mine in a soft, grounding kiss before pushing forward, inch by blissfully agonizing inch.

A breathy moan slipped past my lips as my body adjusted to the slow, exquisite stretch.

His entire body shuddered above me, every muscle vibrating with restraint. It looked as if it took everything in him to rasp, “Just stop me if it’s too much, Jen.”

Hades himself couldn’t get me to say the words “Meat Loaf” right now.

Instead, I breathed his name, my nails biting into his shoulders as my walls fluttered around him, the sensation straddling the edge of pain and pleasure in a way that made my pulse stutter.

Devlin pressed deeper, his movements controlled and measured, his length stretching me with a perfect, aching fullness. My breath caught. My thighs trembled as I adjusted to his size, every inch of him closing in on igniting something deep inside me.

“Gods,” Devlin groaned, his forehead pressing against mine, his voice wrecked. “You feel so—” He cut himself off with a sharp inhale, his fingers flexing against my hips, his control unraveling one inch at a time.

And I wanted to see him break.

Devlin stilled when he met resistance, and his gaze snapped to mine, searching and apologetic.

I bit my lip, bracing for the pain I’d always imagined would come.

His fingers flexed at my hips, a silent warning, before his next thrust came, quick and controlled. A sharp, fleeting sting radiated through me before ebbing away as quickly as it had appeared.

Huh. That really wasn’t as bad as I’d built it up to be in my head.

Devlin let out a shaky breath, relief flickering across his features when he saw that he hadn’t hurt me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my lips brushing against his ear as I murmured, “Keep going, Devlin. I’m not going to break.”

His restraint shattered.

With a groan, Devlin finally let himself go, his hips rolling into me with deep, fluid strokes that sent shockwaves through my core. My body reacted on instinct, my thighs tightening around his waist, drawing him deeper, every slow thrust making my breath come shorter and sharper.

My head spun. Deep inside me, something primal stirred.

Devlin’s groans, raw and needy, sent a crackle of pleasure up my spine, unraveling whatever was left of my control. Another release loomed, heat coiling deep in my belly, tightening with each desperate snap of his hips.

My mouth found his throat, my lips brushing over his fevered skin, trailing hungry kisses down the column of his neck. His pulse pounded beneath my lips, fast and erratic.

I grazed my teeth over his shoulder, fighting against the words begging to spill from my lips.

“Fuck, Jen,” Devlin rasped, his body shuddering as my teeth scraped harder against his skin.

His thrusts deepened, striking a spot inside me that made my entire body ignite. Pleasure blossomed through me, heat searing from my core outward as every nerve in my body tingled.

And then my teeth sank into the flesh just above his armpit.

A sharp growl tore from Devlin’s throat, his entire body tensing as my walls clamped around him, dragging him deeper, demanding every last inch of him as I shattered beneath him. With a roar, Devlin joined me, his cock throbbing as his release spilled, his cum flooding me in thick, pulsing waves.

Seconds, minutes—days could have passed before I finally floated back down, my limbs limp, my mind fogged with pleasure.

Devlin’s breath came hard and fast against my skin, his chest rising and falling in uneven pants, his body still pressed into mine.

Silently, with a look I was far too wrecked to decipher, Devlin slid his arms beneath me, effortlessly rolling me onto my side.

His touch was slow and possessive, as he pulled me flush against him, my body molding to his like I belonged there.

Heat flared against the curve of my ass.

Even spent, his cock remained hard, pressing insistently against me.

His fingers traced lazy, absentminded patterns over my stomach, each pass sending tiny shivers along my skin.

He pressed a lingering kiss to my shoulder, his lips barely more than a whisper.

Eventually, Devlin’s breathing slowed, matching mine, his grip never loosening, as if even in sleep, he refused to let me go.

And with the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my spine, I drifted into the deepest, most peaceful sleep I’d had in years.