Page 83 of The Devil's Wrath

“You could never hurt me,” he assured me.

He wouldn’t keep my gaze. Instead, he looked away like he was ashamed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” he rasped, his voice rough with emotion. “I didn’t mean to scare you tonight. I just . . . I couldn’t let him hurt you again.”

Tears filled my eyes as I shook my head. “Never.” I told him fiercely. “I love you, Theo. All of you, even the parts that frighten you.”

He closed his eyes, a shudder running through his body. When he opened them again, they were filled with a vulnerability that took my breath away. “I don't deserve you,” he murmured.

I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around his waist. “You deserve everything and more.” Then I stood on my tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Let me take care of you tonight,” I whispered against his lips.

His hands tightened on my hips. “Wren . . .”

I silenced him with another kiss, pouring all my love and devotion into the gentle caress of my lips. Slowly, I began undressing him, my fingers grazing his skin as I unbuttoned his shirt. As more of his skin was revealed, I had to fight back a gasp at the dark bruises that now marred his sculpted torso, peeking through the ink of his tattoos. I traced the outline of each mark, my touch soft and loving.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” I begged him.

He nodded, allowing me to lead him to the bed. I helped him out of his clothes, and he hissed in pain as I brushed over a particularly nasty bruise. I gently pushed him onto the mattress and took off my dress. He watched me slide my bra and underwear off through hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

I climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, careful to avoid causing him more pain. My body hovered over his as I pressed gentle kisses to each bruise, cut, and scar, my lips worshiping every inch of him. His breath hitched as his hands came to rest on my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh. As my lips trailed lower, his muscles tensed beneath my touch. I could feel the strength coiled within him, thepower he held back as I lavished attention on his battered body. When I reached the waistband of his boxers, I glanced up at him through my lashes, silently asking for permission.

His dark eyes met mine, and with a perceptible nod, he lifted his hips, allowing me to slide the fabric down his muscular thighs. I tossed them to the side, my gaze roaming hungrily over his exposed flesh. He was magnificent, a Greek god carved from marble, and he was all mine.

Reverently, I traced the ridges of his abs, following the thin trail of hair down to his impressive length. He was already hard, his tip glistening with moisture. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him slowly as I leaned down to place a soft kiss on the sensitive underside.

His hips bucked involuntarily, a low groan escaping his lips as I took him into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head before taking him deeper. He was thick and heavy against my tongue, the taste of him an addictive mix of salt and sin. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him harder as I bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding my movements as I pleasured him. I could feel him throbbing in my mouth, his breathing growing more erratic with each stroke of my tongue. I hummed around him, and he let out a strangled curse, his hips jerking upward again. Just as I thought he was about to find his release, he tugged on my hair, pulling me off him with a pop.

“I need to be inside you,” he growled as he started to sit up to move me beneath him, but I stopped him.

“No strenuous activities, remember?” I reminded him.

“I don’t care right now,” he panted.

I gently pushed him back down onto the mattress, pressing a finger to his lips when he started to protest. “Let. Me. Take. Care. Of. You,” I repeated softly.

I crawled up his body, positioning myself over him. Slowly, I sank down, my eyes fluttering closed at the delicious stretch of my body accommodating his size—taking him inside me inch by delicious inch. We both groaned with pleasure as our bodies became one. I started rolling my hips in a steady rhythm. His hands held my waist, directing my movements as I rode him.

Our eyes locked as I shifted above him. The vulnerability I had seen earlier was gone, replaced by the primal hunger that set my body ablaze. With each roll of my hips, I took him deeper, the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core. His grip on my waist tightened as he thrust up to meet me, his jaw clenched as he fought to maintain control.

I leaned down, my breasts grazing his chest as I captured his lips, letting my tongue delve into his mouth. I nipped at his tongue and then at his lower lip, and he let out a growl low in his throat.

“Harder,” he whispered.

I bit down, tugging it between my teeth as I increased the pace of my hips. I could taste his blood, the metallic tang mingling with the flavor that was so uniquely him. The pain only seemed to spur him on as he thrust up harder, driving himself deeper inside me.

His hands slid down to firmly grip my ass, his fingers pressing into my flesh as he urged me on. I cried out as he hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside me—a spot no one had ever touched—and I almost climaxed. I rode him harder, driving down onto his length as I chased my release. His hold on my hips was bruising, his fingers embedding into my skin to guide my movements. Each powerful thrust struck that perfect spot inside me, sending waves of unbridled ecstasy crashing over me, and my thighs began to tremble as my body grew tense. I felt my inner walls contracting around him as I approached the edge.

My moans grew louder, reverberating off the walls of his room as I neared the precipice of rapture. His breathing turned ragged and his chest heaved with exertion as I drove down on him relentlessly. Sweat glistened on his forehead, and his dark hair fell into his eyes as he watched me with an indescribable intensity.

I squeezed my eyes shut as the pleasure built, coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. With a loud cry, I shattered above him, my body convulsing as pure euphoria consumed me. Through it all, his hips stuttered beneath me before he stilled, a hoarse shout tearing from his throat as he spilled deep inside me.

I collapsed onto his chest, and his arms came around me, holding me close as we both struggled to catch our breath.

“I love you,” I whispered against his sweat-slicked skin. “More than anything.”

His hand came up to stroke my hair. “I love you. You’re my entire world.”

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