Page 54 of The Devil's Wrath

When he pulled away, he looked at me before speaking. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, breaking the comfortable silence. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

I tilted my head back to meet his gaze, my lips curving into a soft smile. “Good, because you’re stuck with me now. No take-backs.”

His chuckle faded into a contented sigh as he tightened his arms around me, holding me close. “I wouldn’t dream of it. You’re mine now in every way that matters.”

I hummed in agreement, my eyelids growing heavy as the day’s exertions caught up with me. He must have noticed because he shifted us until we lay on our sides, facing each other with my head pillowed on his bicep.

“Sleep, baby,” he uttered, brushing a lock of hair away from my face. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Comforted by his promise and the solid warmth of his body nextto mine, I let my eyes drift shut, a small smile playing on my lips as I surrendered to the pull of slumber.

Sometime later,I stirred awake, momentarily disoriented. The room was dark, the only illumination coming from the moonlight filtering in through the gauzy curtains. Theo’s arm was a heavy weight across my waist, anchoring me to his side. I shifted slightly, trying not to disturb him, but he jolted awake instantly, his grip on me tightening reflexively.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep.

“Yeah, just thirsty,” I whispered, pressing a reassuring kiss to his chest. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be right back.”

He made a disgruntled noise but released his hold, allowing me to slip out of bed. I padded barefoot to the kitchen, the cool tile making me shiver. After retrieving a glass from the cupboard, I filled it with tap water and took a long, greedy drink, the liquid soothing my parched throat.

As I set the glass in the sink, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the dark window above it. My hair was mussed from sleep and sex, and even in the dim light, I could see the marks Theo had left on my skin—love bites scattered across my throat and collarbone, finger-shaped bruises on my hips. I looked thoroughly debauched, and a small, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.

Strong arms suddenly encircled my waist from behind, and I startled before relaxing back against Theo’s solid chest. “Admiring my handiwork?” he murmured, nuzzling into the crook of my neck.

I hummed in affirmation, tilting my head to the side to give him better access. “Just thinking about how I’m going to have to wear turtlenecks for a week to hide all these hickeys.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. “Or you could just stay naked in bed. Problem solved.”

I turned in his arms, looping my own around his neck. “Mm, tempting. But some of us have jobs and responsibilities outside the bedroom,” I teased, walking my fingers up his chest.

“Overrated,” he scoffed, capturing my wandering hand and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to my palm. “I’d much rather keep you here, all to myself.”

“I’m sure you would.” I laughed softly. “But somehow, I don’t think my nurse manager would accept ‘too busy getting fucked six ways to Sunday by my insatiable lover’ as an excuse for missing work.”

He pouted playfully, his full bottom lip jutting out in an exaggerated fashion. “Pity. But I suppose I’ll have to be more strategic about where I leave my marks next time.”

I rose up on my tiptoes and captured that pouty lip between my teeth, giving it a gentle tug before soothing the sting with my tongue. He groaned low in his throat, his hands flexing on my hips as he drew me closer, until every inch of my naked front was pressed against his.

His lips curved into a wicked smirk before he dipped his head to nuzzle the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I’ll just have to leave them in places only I get to see.”

I shivered, his words igniting the familiar heat low in my belly despite my body still being deliciously sore from our earlier activities. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warned breathlessly.

“Oh, you should know by now that I always finish what I start.” He nipped at my earlobe, and his hands slid down to cup my rear, hoisting me up effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, a surprised gasp escaping me as my already sensitive center pressed against his naked, hard length. “Especially when what I’ve started involves pleasuring every inch of this delectable body,” he continued, carrying me to the island counter and laying me down on it.

The cool marble surface made me gasp as it pressed against my overheated skin. His eyes glittered with wicked intent in the moonlight streaming through the window as he loomed over me, his hands braced on either side of my head.

“I’ll never tire of laying you out like a feast and savoring every morsel.” His hand skated down my body, fingers dancing along my ribs, over the dip of my waist, across the flare of my hips. Goosebumps followed in their wake despite the heat building under my skin.

His fingers trailed lower, skimming over the apex of my thighs before delving into the slick heat between them. I gasped as he stroked me with teasing touches, my hips arching off the counter.

“Always so responsive,” he whispered approvingly. “So eager for my touch.”

Just when I thought I might combust from the exquisite torture, he withdrew his hand, chuckling at my whine of protest. But before I could voice any complaint, he gripped my thighs and yanked me to the edge of the counter. Hooking my knees over his elbows, he spread me wide and entered me in one powerful thrust.

I cried out, my back bowing off the unyielding marble as he filled me. He set a relentless pace, and the edge of the counter dug into my backside, but the slight discomfort only heightened the fire in my veins. I lifted my hands above my head, gripped the counter behind me, turned my head to the side, and looked toward the window.

What I saw had my scream catching in my throat as terror shot through me like ice—a man in a ski mask staring right at us.

I locked eyes with the masked man peering through the window, his face illuminated by the moonlight. Theo must have felt me stiffen beneath him because he stilled, his concerned gaze searching my face.

---