“I ended it with her.”
“What? Why?” she asked, her eyes startled and wide.
“Her mother is the reason our father is dead. Her father is the reason we have to move. I don’t want anything to do with her or her kind. Not anymore,” I lied again.
I would always want something to do with Devlynn Price, but I knew that to keep myself and my family safe, I had to walk away. Forever.
Chapter 18
Devlynn
His eyes flashed before he hauled me to him in an even tighter embrace, our bodies pressed against my apartment windows with the drapes open.
His sweat slicked my skin as his lips met mine, and our tongues tangled in an erotic dance. He tasted sinful and sweet, a combination I could die for.
I melted instantly in his arms like I always did, pushing my hands into his hair. Our lips smashed together so tightly they’d be swollen in the morning, and I didn't care. His hands caressed my back, ribcage, breasts, and ass. He slammed me against the floor-to-ceiling windows and held me firmly against his lean body.
I pulled his shirt off, and a flood of arousal hit me between my thighs. My heart thudded in my ears as we stared at each other, lost in a lust-filled gaze.
“I could go insane thinking about anyone else's hands on you,” he muttered.
He claimed my lips with his, sliding his hands up my thighs and lifting me against the door with a thigh in each hand. I hung suspended, his hips snug between my legs and my arms around his neck. We kissed, and I tugged his hair, whimpering into his mouth and rocking into his arousal. I panted as he held me high on my hips, his cock pressed against the thin fabric of my panties.
“Mine. This pussy is mine and only mine.”
He angled his body into me and rubbed with deft strokes. Lust consumed me, causing my hips to move in rhythm with his of their own volition.
My brain was foggy with need as I confessed, “You’re the only one who’s ever been there, Elis.”
“Baby,” he grunted, his big, strong body sinking against mine with my admission. “You don’t know what that does to me. To know you haven’t been with anyone but me, that it’s only ever been us, even after all these years…” He kissed me with determined strokes. “I couldn’t bring myself to even look at anyone else. I saw you everywhere. There’s never been anyone for me but you, even when I hated to admit it. Even when I was running from us, I was only running from me, Princess. And I’m sick of running from you.”
His words sent me into another universe of pleasure and pride that we’d waited for each other, even after all that time.
Our fates had always been sealed.
I wrapped an arm around his neck, kissing and nipping his ear before tugging with my teeth. He heaved a noisy breath when I scraped along the sensitive flesh, and he hooked a hand in my panties, tearing them from my body. I heard the zipper of his pants come down, and he sank into me.
He held my thighs tightly, his fingers digging into the supple flesh as he rocked into me. His jaw clenched tight, and my moans echoed off the walls around us. “How many people do you think are watching you get fucked?”
“When did you become such an exhibitionist?”
“I like showing off my art.”
“What?”
“I want the whole world to know that I own the most perfect work of art ever created. They can watch you get fucked by my cock and know to stay the fuck away.”
He angled into me, hitting a new and delicious spot somewhere deep inside, every thrust hard and fast and erotic. Reckless, lustful abandon echoed off the four walls surrounding us.
“I feel you everywhere. When you’re not with me, I feel you. I need you. I fucking need you so much,” he whispered between pants.
I moaned and tipped my head back. His tongue traveled the line of my throat before nipping at the flesh. He sucked at the base of my throat as he powered into my body, and an orgasm overtook my senses, traveling from my head to my toes. Fire burned through my system, and I shuddered and moaned his name, my breath heaving in my chest.
Elis slowed his assault as I came down from my release but kept pushing into me in a slow and gentle rhythm that prolonged the delicious sensations rolling through my body.
I panted and clutched at the straining muscles of his biceps as his tongue trailed down my chest. He pulled away for an instant, angling his hips into mine to hold me against the window, and lifted my dress over my head, tossing it to the floor. He unhooked my bra with a flick of his fingers, and it hit the ground at his feet.
I bowed as his lips attached to my nipple and sucked fiercely, elongating the pebbled peak. He slowly built up a steadier rhythm with his thrusts as he sucked, nipped, and teased with his tongue.