Page 50 of Devils Cut

A single bead of sweat trickled down Corvus's temple, making me trace its path with my eyes.

"Is this okay, Princess?" he asked again, his voice deep and gravelly.

"More than okay," I responded, my voice breathy. "Please, take your clothes off."

Corvus obliged, his eyes never leaving mine as he shrugged his cut off his shoulders, and pulled his shirt over his head, then slowly undid his jeans, allowing them to fall to the floor, leaving him in plain black boxer briefs.

"Your turn," he murmured, reaching for the hem of my shirt. I hesitated for a moment, but then lifted my arms, allowing him to peel the garment from my body.

As I sat up, I couldn't help but run my hands over his chest and abs, tracing every ridge and valley with my fingertips. He was a living sculpture, one I wanted to lick.

"God, you're beautiful," I whispered, my voice heavy with admiration and desire.

"So are you" Corvus replied, his eyes darkening with lust before he leaned in to capture my lips in a searing kiss. His lips traced a searing path down my chest, pausing to gently kiss each of my nipples. The tender attention made me shiver with pleasure, but it was the sight of him studying the small scars peppering my skin that really hit me. As he ran his fingers over each one, Corvus's eyes held a mix of anger and protectiveness.

"Princess," he murmured, pressing a kiss to one of the scars. "I will never allow another one to adorn your flesh. With me, this is all you will ever have, okay?"

"Okay," I nodded, feeling my heart swell as I watched him love my imperfections, treating them like they were beautiful instead of ugly reminders of my past.

"Good," he growled before dipping lower, his hands moving to the waistband of my shorts and dipping under. "Oh princess, you're so wet," he whispered, slipping a hand between my legs, and making me arch against his touch. He pulled his hand out and smirked at me before gripping the fabric of my shorts, tugging them off and leaving me bare before him.

"Corvus," I breathed, my body craving the feel of him inside me. But despite the urgency in my voice, there was something else there too – trust. With every heated look, every whispered word, and every gentle touch, Corvus had managed to break down the walls I'd built around myself.

Corvus's eyes smouldered with desire as he spread my legs wide, giving him a perfect view of my dripping pussy. My heart pounded in anticipation, and for a moment, I felt like prey being hunted by a predator. But this was a predator I craved.

"Fuck, Tempest," he groaned, his gaze never leaving my core. He reached out to rub my clit, and every nerve in my body seemed to sing. My head fell back, and an uncontrollable moan escaped my lips.

"Shit, baby, that feels so fucking good," I gasped as Corvus slid two fingers inside me, pumping them slowly in and out. "Don't stop."

"You like my fingers, Princess?" His voice was ragged, and I could hear the lust behind every word. I moaned again as he curled his fingers, hitting that sweet spot deep within me. It felt like pure electricity coursing through my veins.

"God, Corvus, yes," I admitted, my voice shaking with desire. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, but shame was the last thing on my mind. All that mattered now was the man who held my body – and my heart – in his hands.

"Good girl," he purred, picking up the pace of his fingers, driving me wild with pleasure.

My breath hitched in my throat as Corvus pulled his fingers out of me, and I felt a pang of loss as the emptiness settled in. But it was short-lived, as he lowered his boxers and climbed on top of me, his body casting a shadow over mine.

"Can I fuck you bare, Princess?" His voice was rough, almost desperate.

I hesitated for a moment, knowing that what we were about to do was risky. "Yes," I murmured, swallowing hard. "But... I'm not on birth control."

A smirk spread across his face as he leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. "That's okay," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "I'm keeping you."

He pushed my legs apart even more, positioning himself between them, and took himself in hand.

"Princess, I fucking love you." He rubbed the head of his dick through my wet folds, teasing me with the promise of more pleasure to come. And then, slowly – oh, so achingly slow – he began to sink into me, inch by inch.

I gritted my teeth, trying to adjust to the feeling of being so completely filled by him. My pussy stretched around him, welcoming him home, and all the while, I couldn't tear my eyes away from his. How had he managed to get past all my walls, all my barriers? What power did he have over me that allowed him to bring me such pleasure?

"Corvus," I whispered, my voice barely audible as the sensation threatened to overwhelm me. "I never knew it could be like this."

"Neither did I," he admitted, his voice heavy with emotion. As he seated himself all the way inside me, he paused, giving me a moment to adjust. "You're everything I never knew I needed, Tempest." As he leaned down and kissed me deeply.

The fire of Corvus's kiss burned through me, igniting a passion I'd never known existed. His lips moved gently against mine as he began to pull himself in and out of me, the slow rhythm making my body sing with pleasure. Each thrust sent a moan tumbling from my lips, and I felt my pussy clench around him again and again, desperate for more.

"Fuck, Tempest," he growled, his voice rough with desire. He adjusted our positions, lifting my ass off the mattress just enough to line us up perfectly. His hand slipped between us, and when he touched my clit, it was like a bolt of lightning had struck me.

"Shit, Corvus!" I cried out, my mind spinning with the intensity of the sensations he was stirring within me. My body tightened around him, drawing him deeper inside, and I knew I was on the edge.

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