Page 29 of Midnight with the Devil

Lucien broke the surface and swam toward her at the shallow end. He propped his elbows on the pool deck and curled one finger, inviting her to come closer.

“Let’s see.” He twirled his finger around, indicating she should spin. She did so, and her face was flushed as she faced him again.

“You look utterly fuckable,” he said softly.

For a second, she dared not breathe. Then he pushed away from the side of the pool and swam a few strokes on his back. She rushed to the steps at the shallow end and hastily dropped into the warm water. She swam deeper, up to her neck so her toes touched the bottom only barely. Lucien glided in her direction. His dark hair was slicked back, and droplets clung to his long dark lashes. He stopped a few inches away from her, his body taller as he stood rather than treading water.

“Are you afraid, Diana?” he asked quietly.

Nerves skittered through her like little electric shocks as she gazed up at him. She was afraid, and yet she wasn’t. The animal magnetism that drew her to him was something she wished she could ignore, but she couldn’t. And that attraction overrode most of the cloying fear inside her.

“I’m afraid…afraid that I want you,” she admitted.

“And you don’t want to.”

“Of course not. You’re…a bad guy.Thebad guy.”

“I certainly am,” he said, and then his voice turned husky. “But right now I’myourbad guy, one who wants to do every bad thing to you that you desire.” He reached up to caress her bare shoulder. Diana’s pulse quickened with forbidden longing.

There was a growing desire between them, but she knew it was only a matter of time before the glow became a bonfire of lust, burning them.

“I want you to say it, say that you want me.” He cupped her chin, and she tilted her head back, expecting him to simply take her mouth with his, but he kept his mouth inches from hers.

“I…” She struggled to breathe. Being close to him like this made it hard to resist him. Her body wanted his, there was no denying it. But her heart and mind tried to remember who he was. She gazed into his eyes, and beyond the dark hunger she saw a glimmer of something else…loneliness. An ache for purity of purpose he no longer had. That ache called to her. She felt her own ache, a sense that she was missing something. She’d never known what it was, but when she looked at him, when he touched her, that ache eased.

In that moment she knew that this burning intensity between them was irresistible.

Why fight what you want?that little voice murmured in her head.

“I want you,” she breathed.

Lucien brushed the pad of his thumb over her lips. “Are you sure? Once you mean it, I won’t hold back.”

“I mean it.” She met his gaze firmly.

Her lips parted, and he licked them before he wound one arm around her waist under the water and closed the distance between them. When he took her mouth, it was slow, heated, open-mouthed, and raw. He kissed like he was fucking her mouth with his tongue, and her entire body throbbed with need. She wanted to feel him inside her.

His gentle, coaxing kiss turned sharp and wild with need. He lifted her against his body, moving through the water until he reached the steps at the shallow end. When he set her down, she parted her thighs so she could wrap her legs around his hips. She rubbed herself on his erection, which tented his swim trunks. He cupped her ass, digging his fingers hard into her. She whimpered and swallowed the sound of his kiss. When their mouths briefly broke apart, he was panting.

“I want to bend you over and fuck you,” he growled. “Ram my dick inside you and pound into your ass.” He growled as she arched her back, pressing tighter to him. The filthy image he painted set her traitorous body on fire. Wetness filled her, and she clenched her thighs tighter around his hips.

“You like that?” His kiss turned possessively greedy for more.

She gave in, opening her mouth to allow him to penetrate her lips with his tongue. Diana gripped his shoulders, digging in her nails, uncaring as she left scratches.

“I…” She panted, struggled to speak. “I think I want that too.” She couldn’t get it out of her head, the idea of him fucking her from behind, him completely in control. She’d only had missionary sex with her past boyfriends because she’d never felt comfortable asking for something more…wicked.

Lucien’s merciless mouth rained hungry kisses upon her, and she didn’t want to stop. When he released her, she protested with a frustrated growl, but then she was being turned around on the steps, her back facing him, and before she could even think, he was jerking her bottoms down to her knees. Then he pressed an unyielding hand on her neck, forcing her to brace on the poolside, bent over, her knees resting on the top step. The head of his thick shaft rubbed along the seam of her opening, and she moaned low as he pushed inside.

“Tight,” he ground out, pushing deeper. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

When he thrust all the way in, she gasped for breath. He filled every inch of her. There was no space between them, no end, no beginning. Then he started to move, slow and hard, pressing into her and then pulling out. Her arm scraped on the rough pool deck as she tried to keep from jerking forward each time his hips smacked into her ass. Normally she needed her clit stimulated, but being fucked like this turned her on just as much.

“That’s it,” he urged. “Take it all in, babe. Let me hear you moan,” Lucien ordered.

She bit her lip to keep from making a noise. The moment she let out a panting breath, she tried to widen her legs. He had his legs on either side of hers, caging her in as he halfway leaned over her, still gripping her neck.

“You belong to me now. There’s no going back.” His warning came through a haze of fiery sensations, and her body rushed toward a climax. When she came, it felt like she died. Her breath ceased, every atom in her body seemed to freeze in place, and her mind blanked.

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