Page 111 of Brutal Devil

We started yesterday at odds, but somehow, last night’s revelations brought us closer again. It terrifies me to think that he’s become my rock. That I need him.

That I want him.

But I do.

And maybe this will be the last time I ever get to have him.

I press a kiss to his chest, desire stirring deep inside me. I need it. I need him. Need the distraction to keep me from falling apart.

“Make me forget,” I whisper.

His fingers tighten in my hair, and he tips my head back. His blue eyes burn into me, seeing me in a way no one else ever has. He’s so beautiful, it hurts.

“Kiss me, baby.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I drag myself up his chest and take his mouth. We stay that way for a long time, bodies pressed together, lips ravishing. I devour him like I’m starving. Like these are the kisses that will have to sustain me forever. He fists my hair and holds me to him, his lips hot and demanding, his tongue tangling with mine as we exchange long, deep, drugging kisses.

Kisses that fill up the cracks and voids in me that were left by the past. Kisses that make me feel whole.

Kisses that taste like salt.

Vaguely, I realize I’m crying. I don’t even know why. It’s like I’m purging the contents of my soul and Priest is consuming it, drinking it down like an elixir. Maybe, in this weird, fucked-up way, we both need each other.

He slips his hand between us, cupping my breast, plucking at my nipple.

“Don’t cry, baby,” he rasps against my lips. “I hate it when you’re sad.”

In response, I kiss him harder. He groans and feeds me his tongue, and I suck on it. That’s when I realize what I want and tear my mouth from his. I drag kisses down his neck, over his chest. I lick one of his flat nipples, and then I go lower, across thetense muscles of his abs all the way to where his cock juts, erect and thick and ready for me.

I wrap my fingers around the base, stroking him.

He makes a strangled sound. “Fuck, Luna.”

There’s a bead of pre-come leaking from the tip. Dipping my head, I lick it up, savoring the tang of him on my tongue. His fingers go into my hair, sifting the strands. I flatten my tongue over the slit in his crown, teasing him before I take him into my mouth.

His dick is big. There’s no way I’ll get all of him the way I want. But I do my best, breathing out, gliding my lips along until I feel him hit the back of my throat. My gag reflex is instant, but he cups my head.

“Fuck, baby. You look so perfect, sucking my cock like this.”

Fresh tears gather at the corners of my eyes, but I want this. I want him. We start a slow rhythm. I focus on my breathing. On relaxing my throat. On making this powerful, gorgeous man lose control.

It doesn’t take long.

We work together, his big body straining under me, hips flexing as he fucks my mouth. I’m a mess, tears on my cheeks, saliva dribbling down my chin, and my pussy is soaked. He wraps my hair around his fist and holds me tightly, guiding me in the rhythm he wants as he takes control.

“I’m going to come. You want it in your mouth or on your tits, baby?”

I glance up, holding his stare as I keep sucking. I know what I want.

His eyes darken. “Fuck,amore mio,” he growls, his thrusts growing less measured and careful.

He shoves his cock deeper into my throat, and then he explodes. I swallow convulsively, taking everything he has to give me. Loving it.

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

Lovinghim.

The realization hits me as Priest gently pries me off his dick and rolls me to my back.