Page 108 of Dance of Devils

Before I can ponder that further, his big hands slide over my waist. His fingers lace around me, and I gasp when he lifts me into the air like I weigh nothing at all. He sets me down on the counter next to him and moves between my knees, spreading my thighs either side of his hips.

Without a word, he lifts his coffee mug to my mouth, the ceramic brushing my lips.

“Open,” he says firmly.

I shiver as I obey, parting my lips. Without spilling a drop, he tilts the mug, letting me drink from it. For some reason, it's one of the most sensual, intimate things I’ve ever experienced.

I take a second sip of the warm coffee with a touch of milk before he pulls the mug away and sets it aside. His arms go to either side of me, boxing me in as I perch on the edge of the counter, my legs still spread around him.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?” I ask.

Kir’s head tips to the side. Slowly, he lowers his face toward me. My breath catches as he brushes butterfly kisses down the line of my jaw, making me tremble before his mouth stops and hovers by my ear.

“Because,” he purrs, “right now,I’mtouchingyou.”

His hands move to my legs, and he slowly starts to push up the hem of my sundress, higher and higher. When I glance down, I flush when I realize the lacy white panties are now completely in view.

Without a word, Kir slowly lowers himself between my legs. I bite back a whimper when his veined hands slide up and his fingers hook into the waistband of the panties. He slowly draws them down my thighs, then my calves. Finally, they fall from one foot, catching on the other.

A whimper comes from my throat as he spreads my thighs wide, completely opening me to his piercing, dark gaze.

“Stay like this,” he commands in a low, authoritative tone before leaning in between them.

I gasp as I feel his breath tease over my thighs, then over the slickness I can feel coating my pussy.

Without warning, his tongue makes contact, and my whole world dissolves.

“Oh…” I whisper, the sound coming out in a rush as he drags his tongue all the way up my lips. He groans, pushing his tongue into me, and I moan as I feel it snake deep between my lips.

With a low rumble from his chest, his hands still on my thighs, Kir drags his tongue up and down my slit. My eyes bulge when I feel the teasing tip of it barely brush my ass, then move all the way up again until it swirls over my throbbing clit.

Sweet. Fucking. God.

Fireworks detonate through my body as I whine. My back arches, my brow caving as I look down between my legs at thegorgeousgodof a man shoving my thighs all the way apart andfeastingon my pussy.

With a low growl, he fastens his mouth over my clit, sucking hard and letting his tongue swirl around the throbbing bundle of nerves. I cry out sharply, panting as he strokes and sucks and nibbles, until my whole body is shaking.

He keeps up the same insane, soul-melting pace, his tongue batting back and forth across my aching clit, his groans rumbling through my core. My back arcs like a bow, my head dropping back and my hips shamelessly pushing against his mouth like they have a mind of their own.

The pressure builds, the tremors and little explosions in my body growing wilder until suddenly, my spine snaps rigid and my face collapses in pure, blissful pleasure.

“Yes…” I gasp, choking on my moans. “I'm?—”

With a violent wrench of my body, the orgasm explodes through me, twisting me as I scream out pure pleasure. My hips grind up against his face, his tongue dancing over my clit as I come over and over against his mouth.

I’m still shaking when Kir slowly rises up between my legs. He fists the back of my hair, and I whimper when his mouth crushes to mine. I lose myself, kissing him madly, tasting myself on his tongue.

His hand slips between my legs and I gasp when he sinks two fingers deep into me. I moan when he curls them up against that spot inside, his palm grinding against my still-throbbing clit as he devours my lips.

He starts to stroke his fingers quickly in and out of me, his palm rubbing over my clit with every thrust of his fingers. I cry out, already so keyed up that it feels like I’m going to explode. The wet sounds of him finger-fucking my dripping wet pussy fill the kitchen as he bites down on my bottom lip, drawing it back until it slips from his teeth with a pop.

His mouth drops to my neck, sucking and licking the tenderest spots with his tongue before he drags his mouth to my ear.

“Your pussy is officially my new favorite breakfast, babygirl,” he growls quietly. “But I don’t think this greedy little cunt is ready for me to stop paying attention to it, is it.”

I shake my head violently as I struggle to breathe.

“No…!” I gasp.