Page 101 of Dance of Devils

His big hands spread my thighs, lifting my legs and draping them over his muscled shoulders. His mouth slides up my inner thigh, biting and sucking until I’m writhing and twisting on the duvet, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

My vision blurs as I look down at him, kneeling between my spread thighs.

Fucking hell.

There’s something outrageously hot about him hovering inches from my dripping wet pussy with raw hunger in his eyes while he’sstill clothed.

Maybe it’s because the man looks likesinin his slacks and fitted dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his bulging forearms. Or that combined with the skewed power dynamic it suggests—me nude and spread open for him, and him still completely dressed.

But I don’t have time to puzzle out exactly why this has me wetter and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

Because just then, his eyes lock with mine as he lowers his mouth to my pussy.

Holy fucking FUCK.

It’s like fireworks going off in every corner of my body when his tongue drags wetly up through my lips. Like I’ve beenelectrocuted. A ragged cry rips from my throat as my back arches, my thighs instinctively clamping together.

Kir grabs them and shoves them back apart, pushing his tongue into me. I whine, my back spasming again as a sensation I’ve literally never felt spreads like pure sin through my core.

He drags his tongue up and down my lips before he moves to my throbbing clit above. His lips wrap around the pulsing nub, and when he starts to suck, his tongue batting across it mercilessly, I comeundone.

It’s pure sin and heaven. Anarchy and chaos as my body riots with needy pleasure. He groans into me, sucking on my clit, tonguing it over and over as his fingers tease up and down my thighs, coaxing me higher. He slips one hand up again, and when he pushes two fingers back into me while he sucks and nibbles on my clit, everything starts to shake.

To blur.

To crack, rattle and tremble.

My hands fist the duvet, my entire body squirming, the muscles of my ass tightening as my back arches and my hips shamelessly grind against his mouth.

I need more.

I need all of him.

The sensation grows stronger, deeper, my core clenching up as my toes curl. My hands drop to his head, tentatively stroking his hair. When he forcibly makes me grab two fistfuls of it, I moan as my hips buck against his face.

His merciless tongue swirls over my clit as his fingers stroke thisinsanepart of me just inside. My legs shake and jerk, clamping around his head. My fingers tighten in his dark hair as the fire inside me begins to ignite.

When he looks up my body, and his dark devil eyes lock with mine, I fall completely apart at the seams.

And when I come, it’s the single most explosive, consuming, life-altering thing I’ve ever felt.

A ragged scream rips from my throat, my entire body arching off the bed as Kir clamps his mouth to my pussy and tongues me through my first orgasm into a second one.

Then a third.

After that, it all goes blurry and melty.

I’m shaking and gasping for air when he slides up, hovering above me with one hand on the mattress next to my head and the other cupping my jaw. His mouth crashes to mine, and I whimper, kissing him eagerly, tasting my sweetness on his lips and tongue.

Then suddenly, he pulls back and scoops me up into his arms, cradling my naked, shaking body against his still-clothed one.

A lazy smile creeps over my mouth as I look up into his eyes when he starts to carry me out of the room.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” I whisper.

Darkness flashes in his eyes for half a second before he shakes his head.

“That isn’t how this is going to work, Brooklyn.”