When Devlin covers my back with his body, he’s naked. A wild moan leaves me as he glides the head of his cock between my slick folds. With a sharp tug, he repositions me on my hands and knees. His controlling grip finds my hair and he pulls, stretching the column of my neck back.
“Ah! D-Devlin!”
“You’re so wet already. Fuck, your pussy is glistening.” As his cock lines up, he pulls my hair harder so I’m completely at his mercy. “Is this what you’re moaning for? You want this cock?”
An internal struggle wars within me. I’m caught between the heady surge of dizzying arousal from his roughness and fighting back for power. But I feel alive right now and so fucking turned on, drunk with desire for this wicked side Devlin is letting free.
Not just letting free, but losing control of.
This is Devlin beneath everything. Ruthless and vicious. It should scare me, but it doesn’t.
“Please,” I beg, wound tight with the need he ignited like an inferno. “Come on, I want it. I want you.”
Devlin’s lips graze my ear as he palms my hip with his free hand. “You hear yourself begging for me, Blair? That’s how I know you’re mine.”
“Yes,” I gasp. He releases my hair to hold my hips in both hands. “Do it, just—” Devlin’s cock slips through the slick wetness coating my folds. “I need you inside me.”
Devlin thrusts inside with a depraved sound.
We both release choked groans. He fills me completely, so hard and perfect.
Before I’ve caught my breath, Devlin’s hips snap, driving his cock into me.
“Give me your screams, little demon.”
“Oh god.” I arch my back as his dick hits a spot that sends electric bursts of pleasure to my core. “Fuck, yes!”
Devlin hums in aroused satisfaction. In the huge windows, I glimpse what we look like in the reflection.
Holy shit.
Devlin’s head tips back as he pumps his hips, fucking me roughly. His hair is tousled, curling with sweat across his forehead. The muscles of his stomach and the cut V in his hips flex with each thrust.
We look like a Bosch painting. Wild, and unchained. Hedonistic.
“Christ, Blair. So fucking good. Clench that tight little pussy on my cock.”
I gasp as I squeeze around him, feeling it more intensely. My nails dig into the thick carpet as his length fills me.
Devlin bends over, kissing the star tattoo on my back, his hand wrapping around my neck again in an iron hold. I scream as his open-mouthed kisses end in him biting it hard. At the same time, he slams into me, making my breath catch in my throat as my core erupts in pleasure.
“Oh fu-fuck, I’m coming!” My cries turn incoherent. Devlin doesn’t stop, but picks up the pace.
“Yes,” he growls. “I feel you.”
Before my orgasm fades, another is creeping up. I pant as I rock back to meet Devlin’s harsh thrusts. With a snarl, he whips my body upright by his tight hold on my neck.
My stomach clenches. The new position makes his cock slide deeper. I stretch my head back to lean into him. Devlin squeezes my neck, almost cutting off my air. His other hand goes between my legs, rubbing my clit relentlessly.
“You’re going to come again on my cock,” Devlin whispers darkly in my ear. “You’ll only come for me. I’m the only one that can give you this.”
Devlin’s fingers circle my throbbing clit, making me feel so good that it’s overwhelming. My words are stolen away by the coiling heat winding tight enough to snap. His touch edges on brutal as he pounds deep and sharp inside me. A sob tears from me as the stimulation becomes too much.
“I can’t.”
“You will.” Devlin’s skin slaps against mine with each sharp thrust. I can hear the wet sound of our bodies connecting as my pussy clenches on his cock. “Fucking hell, yes, my siren.” The awe-struck words twine around me. His thumb strokes my pulse as his fingers put more pressure on my clit. “Tell me you’re mine.”
I gasp for breath, hanging onto the arm cupping my neck for dear life as he bounces me on his cock.