Page 46 of Twisted Devotion

Before I can respond, he reaches for the table beside the bed and grabs a condom, rolling it on with impressive speed. When he turns his attention back to me and seals his mouth over mine, my eyes shut on their own. My pulse races as he settles between my thighs, and I gasp against his lips as he enters me in one hard, deep thrust. His mouth drops to my neck and teases my skin with his tongue as he pulses inside me.

“You’re so tight, Red,” he moans. “Try to relax.” He rolls his hips, pushing in deeper, and I tug on the restraints, desperately wanting to hold him, to dig my nails into his back.

I clench around him as he thrusts again, slowly growing accustomed to his size. He reaches between us and circles my clit with his finger, making me cry out with pleasure.

“Oh god,” I mutter, breathing hard as he picks up the pace of both his finger and his cock.

“That’s it,” he says, “push your hips up.”

I follow his direction, and a deep groan rumbles through him. His teeth scrape my neck, and I shiver in delight as he kisses me there, swirling his tongue over the sensitive skin.

“Again,” he says against my skin, and I comply.

I meet each thrust even as they quicken, and my climax builds, lifting me to new heights. It’s not going to take much more to set me off, and the hammering of Jackson’s heart as well as the sweat beading on his brow makes me think he’s as close as I am.

One hand is pressed into the mattress beside my head, holding him up as he pounds into me, and his other hand continues teasing my clit. A few more thrusts and everything comes to a peak, exploding inside me with more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced.

Jackson’s climax follows closely after mine, and he buries his face in my neck, breathing heavily as he pulls out of me, making me tingle with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

“You are exquisite,” he murmurs, peppering kisses along my jaw until he reaches my mouth and brushes his lips against mine.

My chest rises and falls. “That was incredible.” With my pulse still racing, I already want to do it again. And that terrifies me.

15

After a night of incredible sex with Jackson, the last thing I want to do is sit beside him in a meeting with the fae leaders. Yet here we are, in Jackson’s living room, with Skylar and Nikolai. It’s not even nine in the morning.

Skylar takes a sip of her coffee and sets the mug on the coffee table before glancing between us. “You fucked.” It’s not a question.

My eyes go wide. “What?”

Nikolai laughs, and she sighs. “Jackson, you just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, could you?”

He grins at her. “They are very talented hands. It’d be a shame for them to go to waste. Wouldn’t you agree, Kelsey?”

I gape at him before having the sense to snap my mouth shut. Turning my attention to Nikolai, I say, “Can we get this over with, please?”

He nods. “Do you have any updates to share?”

I’ve done a decent job at sending daily emails, so I shrug. “You should have everything. The only real incident was at the facility, but you already read my report on that one.”

Skylar scrolls through the tablet in her hand. “You handled that very well.”

I nod. “Thanks. What happened to the woman?”

Skylar pauses. “Nik?”

He sighs. “She continued to express aggression toward our guards . . .”

My stomach plummets. “Tell me you didn’t—”

“Of course not, Kelsey. She’s human. We took her home and wiped her memories. She won’t be a problem,” he says.

Relief eases the weight on my chest. “Okay.”

“There have been a handful of attack attempts on the house,” Skylar says, looking at Jackson now.

My eyes flit to him, but he doesn’t look surprised or concerned. “What? When was this? Why wasn’t I informed?”

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