Page 35 of The Devil's Waltz

If I was a better man, I’d walk away.

But I’m not.

I grip her chin between my fingers, holding her gaze. “That changes nothing for me,” I assure her in a gentle voice. “I want you, Camille.”

Her breath hitches, and she nods. “I want you, too.”

We reach for each other at the same moment, falling back into a frenzy of kissing and touching and laughing as we fumble through taking offeach other’s clothes. Once we’re standing face-to-face in nothing but underwear, I take the lead and step into her.

I reverently glide my fingers up her arms and smile at the way her skin breaks out in goosebumps at my touch. “You are so beautiful,mo shíorghrá,” I murmur.

Her eyes widen momentarily before her lashes lower, as if she can’t stand to hold my gaze at that moment.

Before she can question the term, I kiss her deeply, not prepared to share its meaning. I shouldn’t have said it—it will never be true and to even pretend otherwise is ridiculous.

Shoving the thought away, I take my time exploring the curves of her body as my fingers wander lower. I savor each moment, every caress, the anticipation of what’s to come palpable in the air between us.

Camille traces the hard lines of muscle in my stomach as her fingers make their way upward to my chest, and I fight the urge to guide her hand to my groin.

I hook my fingers under the strap of her bra, pulling it down her shoulder before doing the same to the other side.

She leans forward, inviting me to reach behind her and unclasp it.

I drop it on the floor next to the bed, keeping my eyes on her face to gauge her response.

Her eyes are glazed over, her pupils dilated with lust, and her cheeks are flushed a lovely shade of pink. I’d like nothing more than to commit this moment to memory, to ingrain the way she’s looking at me right now to the forefront of my subconscious.

Between one moment and the next, Camille reaches for me, pressing her bare chest to mine as she captures my lips in a feverish kiss that has my heart beating faster, in time with hers.

Backing her up until she reaches the bed, I guide her to sit on the end and kneel before her, my hands on her knees as I spread them open. Her breathing quickens and my cock hardens as I lower my gaze to the light blue panties that match her discarded bra. Leaning in, I brush my lips against her bare thigh, my mouth curling into a grin when a shiver ripples through her and she exhales a breathy sigh. I make quick work of pulling her panties down her legs, dropping them onto the floor.

At the first pass of my tongue between her thighs, her hips jerk off the bed.

I grip them, pushing down with a soft chuckle, and band my arm across her hips to keep her in place. Circling the bundle of nerves at her core with my tongue, I alternate speed and pressure as her pulse pounds harder.

“Xander,” she pants.

I look up and rest my chin below her navel. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”

Camille swallows hard. “Just…keep going.”

My lips twist into a smirk as my eyes flit across her face. And then I lower my mouth back to her core. The monster in me purrs with delight, relishing in the taste of Camille on my tongue as I thoroughly devour her.

She grips the sheets with one hand and my hair with the other. Her breathing quickly turns shallow as her thighs tighten around me, and I fight back a growl.

I adore how responsive she is, and knowing that I’m in control of her pleasure gives the demon part of me a dangerously bloated sense of ego.

Seconds later, Camille clenches around my tongue, filling the room with a desperate moan as she comes hard.

I flick my tongue lazily against her center as she shudders, and when I can’t hold back any longer, I pull back to look at her again. I stand slowly, leaning over her as I skate my fingers upward along her sides. “Do you have—”

“Shit,” she cuts in, shaking her head as a hint of disappointment fills her gaze briefly. “Wait. Harper might have some in the bathroom.” She moves to sit up, but I stop her with a gentle hand on her collarbone.

“I’ll go.”

She bites her lip. “It’s the door across the hall.”

I press a soft kiss to her lips before sliding off the bed and walking to the bathroom, where I find what I’m looking for. Returning to the bedroom with the foil package between my fingers, I approach her. I stop at the foot of the bed to tug my boxers down, leaving them on the floor as I crawl over her. I tear the wrapper open with my teeth, rolling the condom on before I settle between her thighs.

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