Page 74 of The Devil

Minha mulher.

Minha.

Minha.

Minha.

It’s all I can think of as my tongue strokes hers hard, and I nip and massage her lips, memorizing the feel of them until they’re ingrained in my very being.

It doesn’t matter how long I’ve known her or what I still have to learn about her. It feels like my heart is expanding to twice its size as love for her fills me, taking over every inch inside me.

As I hold my little angel and feast on her mouth, she takes total ownership of me.

I’ve never belonged to anyone. I’ve never had a home.

Until her.

Desperation to have her has me ripping my mouth from hers, and I sink down to my knees.

Jenna stumbles, and I grab hold of her legs to keep her standing. She places her hand on my shoulder, breathless and dazed as she stares at me.

Locking eyes with her, I beg, “Please. Be mine. Learn to love me and let me worship you for the rest of my life.” I press my forehead to her abdomen and suck in a deep breath before I groan, “I can’t let you go, Jenna. Don’t make me force you to stay. Become my home and belong to me.”

I feel her other hand brush over my hair, her touch tender, and I turn my head to rest my cheek against her. “I haven’t begged for anything since I was twenty, but I’ll fucking beg if that’s what you want.”

“Okay,” she whispers, repeatedly brushing her hand lovingly over the back of my hair. “I’ll be yours.”

My head snaps back, and when I see the tender expression on her face, I climb to my feet and frame her cheeks with my palms.

Just as I press my mouth to hers, the towel comes undone from all the movement and falls at my feet.

I pull back a little and quickly order, “Keep your eyes closed.”

Jenna does as she’s told, and I pick up the damn towel that interrupted our special moment. I wrap it around my waist again, then my phone begins to ring from where I left it in the bathroom, and I let out a frustrated growl.

My woman peeks through one eye at me, whispering, “Why am I keeping them closed?”

“Towel dropped.”

She squeezes them both tightly shut, but I chuckle and say, “It’s safe for you to look. I’m covered.”

Shaking her head, she walks to the door, and I hear her mumbling, “Wearing only a towel doesn’t mean you’re covered. Get dressed while I… I do something.”

My chest shakes as I laugh silently, then my phone begins to ring again, and I’m instantly pissed off.

Stalking to the bathroom, I swipe the device off the counter and answer, “What?”

“Well, hello to you, too,” Santiago says. “You really need to work on how you answer a phone. It’s a bit abrasive.”

I suck in a deep breath, then ask, “Why are you calling?”

“I’m downstairs.”

I dart out of the bathroom as Jenna comes rushing back into the bedroom, pointing wildly in the direction of the hallway.

“Foda-se!I’ll be down in ten minutes,” I mutter to Santiago.

“Okay,” he replies, ending the call.