Page 40 of The Devil's Wrath

He lifted me effortlessly, not breaking the kiss as he carried me to the bathroom and set me onto the marble counter. His hands roamed over my body with urgent need as he deepened the dance between our tongues, delving deep into my mouth to taste me. I moaned softly, arching into his touch, craving more. He broke away, his lips trailing searing kisses down my neck as his fingers lifted my bloody dress over my head and let it fall to the floor. His hands skimmed over my lace-clad breasts before reaching behind to unclasp my bra. It joined the growing pile of discarded clothing as he cupped my freed breasts, his thumbs grazing over my hardened nipples. Pleasure zinged through me, and I gasped.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with desire. He took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak. I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as he lavished attention on my breasts.

Aching need pulsed between my thighs, and I rubbed themtogether, creating friction and seeking relief. As if sensing my desperation, one hand drifted down my stomach to the waistband of my underwear. He slipped his hand inside, and I cried out when his fingers brushed against my slick folds, my hips bucking involuntarily. He stroked me with knowing fingers, circling my sensitive nub until I writhed beneath his touch, panting with deprivation.

“Theo, please,” I begged, my voice a needy whimper.

He withdrew his hand, and I whined at the loss of contact. But then he was hooking his fingers in my underwear and dragging them down my legs. I lifted my hips to help him remove them fully.

His heated gaze raked over my now fully nude body with blatant appreciation before he dropped to his knees before me. He nuzzled my inner thigh, his stubble rasping deliciously against my sensitive skin. Then his mouth was on me, his tongue delving between my folds to taste my essence.

I cried out, my head falling back against the mirror as he licked and sucked at my most intimate places with skillful strokes. Pleasure crashed over me in intense waves as he worshipped me with his mouth, stoking the fire within me higher and higher.

He added a finger, thrusting it inside my tight walls as his tongue flicked over my clit. I rocked my hips against his face, chasing my impending release. A second finger joined the first, curling to hit that sweet spot within me.

“Let go, baby. Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a sensual growl against my flesh.

His fingers and tongue worked in tandem, pushing me over the edge. My climax crashed over me, and I shattered with a keening cry, but he continued swirling his tongue over my clit, prolonging my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess. Pressing a tender kiss against my sensitive flesh before rising to his feet, his eyes were dark with desire as he gazed down at me, his chest heaving.

Without a word, he turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature before pivoting back to me. He lifted me off the counter and set me on my feet, steadying me when my knees threatened to buckle. Then he undressed, revealing his perfectly sculpted body inch by glorious inch.

I watched, enraptured as he stepped out of his pants, freeing his impressive erection. My core clenched with anticipation, and I couldn’t resist reaching out to skim my fingertips over his chiseled abs, marveling at the way his muscles jumped beneath my touch. I traced across the tattoos that snaked their way across his skin—pictures of angels and demons engaged in a spiritual battle, soaring through intricate spires of gothic cathedrals.

He caught my wrist, halting my exploration, then brought it to his lips to press a kiss against my palm, his eyes never leaving mine. “If you keep touching me like that, I won’t be able to control myself,” he warned. Then he guided me into the spacious shower, the hot spray cascading over our bare skin. The water flowed over my body, turning pinkish-brown as it swirled down the drain, washing away the grime and blood from earlier. But Theo’s tender ministrations made me forget everything except the exquisite sensations he evoked in me.

He lathered soap in his hands and glided them over my skin, his touch both sensual and reverent as he cleansed me. I sighed, leaning into him as his slick hands mapped every curve and hollow. Steam swirled around us, enveloping us in a haze as I reached out to wrap my hand around his thick length, stroking him from base to tip.

He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. “Fuck.” His hips flexed, thrusting into my grip.

I stroked him slowly, savoring the velvety feel of him in my palm. Droplets of water glistened on his skin as his muscles tensed under my touch, my hand gliding up and down his shaft as I watched pleasure play across his handsome features.

He let me caress him for a few moments, his eyes drifting closed and his breathing growing ragged. But then he grasped my wrist again, stilling my movements. In one swift motion, he turned me around and pressed my front against the wall. I gasped at the contrast of the chilled ceramic against my heated skin as he lifted my hands and held them against the cool tiles.

“Keep them there,” he commanded.

I obeyed, biting my lip in anticipation.

His hands glided over my slick body as he positioned himself behind me. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against mybackside. Anticipation thrummed through my veins, and I arched my back, silently urging him on.

“Tell me you want me,” he demanded, his voice a husky rasp in my ear. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you, Theo. Please . . .” My plea ended on a whimper as he nipped at the sensitive spot just below my ear.

His teeth grazed the curve of my shoulder. “If I let you in, there’s no going back. Once you’re a part of my world, you’re in it for life. I’ll never let you go. There will be no escape for you. Nowhere you could run that I wouldn’t find you. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

I froze at his words, their gravity sinking in even through the haze of desire clouding my mind.

Hisworld.

The world of The Brotherhood and whatever came with it.

Death. Destruction. Chaos. Wrath. War.

I knew Theo was no ordinary man. He was something else entirely, a force of nature, and if I gave myself to him, I would be forever swept up in his storm. But even with that knowledge, I couldn’t resist the magnetic pull I felt toward him. It was as if an invisible thread bound us together, drawing me inexorably into his orbit. I was helpless to fight against it, and truthfully, I didn’t want to. I craved the consuming passion he ignited within me. I yearned to be utterly incinerated by him. It was inexplicable, yet I felt an unshakeable sense of safety with him. Never before had I wanted to belong to someone so completely—not even when I’d been with Connor. In Theo’s presence, the world outside ceased to exist—there was only him and this tension that burned between us. It was all-consuming. When he told me he wouldn’t let me go, I believed him. I sensed the goodness he concealed beneath his darkness; it flickered into view when he was with me. A side of him he revealed to no one else—a man capable of profound tenderness and unwavering devotion,a man who had captured my heart so completely. I was ready to follow him to the ends of the earth. He led me into the unknown, and I went willingly. With him, I was whole; without him, I felt an unbearable emptiness. Choosing him was the easiest choice I had ever made.

“Take me. Claim me. Make me yours,” I breathed.

He let out a low growl of approval. Then, gripping my hips, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. I cried out, my hands scrabbling against the slick wall for purchase as he stretched and filled me so completely. He stilled for a moment, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as we both adjusted to the feeling of him buried deep inside me. Then he began to move, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back into me with a force that had me seeing stars. I moaned, pushing back against him to take him even deeper. He set a relentless pace, pounding into me with deep, unforgiving thrusts that had pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my core. I was not a virgin by any means, and Connor hadn’t exactly been small, but the sheer size of Theo stretched me in ways I had never experienced.

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