Page 33 of Devils Cut

Tempest Miller

Ipull Corvus closer, my heart pounding as our lips crash together again. I've never willingly kissed anyone before, never allowed someone to touch me like this. But with him, it feels different. It feels right.

"Are you sure about this, princess?" Corvus murmurs against my lips, concern lacing his voice.

"Y-yeah," I stutter, breathless from the intensity of our kisses. "I want this."

His strong arms wrap around me protectively, making me feel safer than I've ever felt before. We're in the kitchen, and I'm sitting on the counter, Corvus standing between my legs. His hard dick strains against the confines of his jeans, rubbing against my pussy through the thin fabric of my sleep shorts. The only barrier between us is our clothing, but that's a line we haven't crossed yet.

"Tell me to stop at any time, and I will," he says, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation.

"Okay," I whisper, my hands gripping onto his broad shoulders for support.

As he kisses me again, deeply and passionately, I can feel his need for me. And, surprisingly, I realize that I need him too. There's a hunger inside me that I didn't know existed, an ache that only he can soothe.

"Corvus," I moan into his mouth, my fingers digging into his biceps. He grunts in response, his hips pressing harder against mine, causing delicious friction between our bodies.

The weightlessness I feel as Corvus lifts me up by my ass sends a thrill through me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His grip is firm but gentle; it's clear he's trying to be careful with me. My heart races in anticipation as he carries me out of the kitchen and down the hall.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask breathlessly, trying to sound braver than I feel.

"Somewhere more comfortable," he replies, his voice low and gravelly.

As we reach his bedroom door, I can't help but think about how different this is from any other time I've been touched. It's not just that I want this – it's that I trust him, too. A trust I never thought I'd give to anyone, let alone a man like Corvus.

He walks through the door, the scent of leather, whiskey, and cinnamon filling my nostrils – a smell I've come to associate with safety. With him. As he lays me gently down on his bed, I can't help but take a moment to marvel at how soft the sheets feel against my skin. It's a small detail, but one that stands out when everything else in this world is hard and unforgiving.

Corvus's eyes are intense as they search my face for any sign of uncertainty or fear. "You sure this is what you want, princess? You can tell me to stop anytime," he says, his voice low and rough.

"Yes," I mumble, my chest tightening with an unfamiliar surge of desire. "I want this. I want you."

He seems relieved by my response but still hesitates, his need to protect me clear in his gaze. As we're wrapped up in each other's arms, I make a bold move, reaching out to grasp the edges of his cut. I pull it off his shoulders, feeling the soft, worn leather slip through my fingers as it falls to the floor with a muted thud.

"Shit, Tempest," he breathes, breaking our kiss for a moment. He reaches behind him with one hand, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it up over his head in one swift movement. My eyes widened, marvelling at how effortlessly sexy that simple action was.

My heart races as I tentatively reach out, running my finger gently over the ridges of Corvus's chest and abs. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine as if his skin were electric to the touch. I can't help but stare at him, marvelling at his beauty – tattoos and all. He's a fucking masterpiece compared to the seedy, vile men my brother forced me to touch in the past.

Slowly, his hand reaches for the hem of my top, fingers brushing against my skin like a whisper. "Tell me to stop, princess, and I will."

I shake my head, locking my gaze with his. "I don't want you to."

His eyes darken with desire as he carefully pulls my top up and over my head, discarding it on the floor next to us. The cool air makes me shiver, but it's nothing compared to the heat that radiates between our bodies.

"Still okay?" he asks, his voice rough with need.

"Yes," I breathe, reaching for him again. The heat of his calloused fingertips grazes my nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure down to my core. I've never felt anything like this before – every touch from the men who violated me under my brother's orders was rough and cruel, leaving nothing but pain in their wake.

"Fuck, Corvus," I gasp, unable to hold back the moan that escapes my lips. "It feels... so good."

"Good," he murmurs, his eyes dark and intense as he continues to tease my nipples. "You deserve to feel pleasure, princess. You deserve to take control of your body."

His words ignite something deep within me, awakening a desire for more – for something real, something genuine. I reach out, fumbling with the buttons on his jeans, desperate to erase the memories of those who came before him. He helps me, his large hands quickly undoing the buttons before stepping out of his jeans. All that remains are his boxers, barely containing the massive bulge that draws all my attention.

I know we're heading into uncharted territory, but for the first time in my life, I'm not afraid. With Corvus, I feel safe – protected.

"Your turn, princess," Corvus murmurs, his fingers hooking around the waistband of my sleep shorts. I lift my hips, allowing him to slide them down my legs with ease.

His eyes lock onto the scars that pepper the inside of my thighs – remnants of a past I'd rather forget. He traces a finger along one of them, his touch gentler than any I've ever known. "What happened, princess?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.