Page 22 of Dance With A Devil

A dark chuckle slips out of me as I brace on the headboard. “I don’t know how to swim…” I tease, “but for you? I’ll drown.”

I lower myself, slow and torturous, just letting the tip of him slip inside me. My mouth parts in a silent moan as my body stretches around him, welcoming the intrusion like it’s been starved for this. Forhim.

“Karter…” I pant, his name unraveling on my tongue like a prayer.

He’s already pulsing beneath me. “Fuck, baby… you feel like sin.” His hand grips my thigh, fingers digging in. “Take it. Take every inch like the filthy little brat I know you are.”

I sink lower, inch by inch, until he’s buried so deep inside me it’s like he’s under my skin.

“I know you’ve been holding this in,” he murmurs, voice tight with restraint. “All that rage, that need, let it out. Ride me like you mean it, Brat.”

The name lights me up. It always does.

I start to move, slowly at first, up, down, but that’s not what I want. I don’t wantnice. I want to unravel, to tear something apart.

I rotate my hips, grinding side to side, chasing the angle that’ll crack me wide open. My hands roam his chest, tracing inked lines down the muscle, until I can’t help myself, my tongue takes over, licking down his neck, across his collarbone, tasting the salt on his skin.

He hisses through his teeth. “You’re such a goddamn tease.”

I grin against his throat. “Then stop talking and fuck me harder.”

His laugh is dark, sinful. We fall into rhythm, his hips rising, mine circling, chasing that dizzy high until every breath becomes a moan.

But it’s not enough.

I lift off him, shuddering at the loss, only to slam myself back down with a desperate cry.

“Jesus, fuck, Athens.” His voice cracks as I clench around him. “You trying to milk the soul outta me?”

“You can spare a little,” I pant, rolling my hips again, faster now, grinding until I’m on the edge of something brutal and beautiful.

“Suck my nipples, Karter.”

He doesn’t even hesitate. His mouth wraps around one chocolate peak, sucking hard before biting gently, dragging the sharpest pleasure from me. He switches to the other, licking, sucking, sending tremors through my spine.

“God, I love your mouth on me.”

“I love ruining you with it.” He mumbles against my skin, tongue flicking before he groans, “You taste like fucking heaven.”

He shifts his angle, thrusting up just right, and he finds it.

“Oh” I’m gone. My vision sparks white at the edges.

“You like that?” His grin is pure sin.

“Yes, do it again, right there.” My voice is wrecked, raw with want.

He lifts his hips, and I roll mine, meeting him thrust for thrust until it’s too much.

“Karter!”

“Not yet.”

In one swift move, he grabs my waist and flips us, pinning me beneath him. I gasp, legs spreading for him without thought. His body presses into mine, sweat slicking his brow, that lazy Devil's grin plastered on his face.

“You look so pretty like this.” He whispers against my lips. “All wrecked and wide open for me.”

He thrusts in again, slow and deep, and I cry out his name like it’s the only word I’ve ever known.