Page 13 of Devil's Claim

As he thrust his tongue inside, I remained tense, but as I rolled my hands over his shoulders, brushing my fingers across his muscular back, I began to relax.

To enjoy.

To crave even more.

Spinning me around, he pushed me down on the table, his mouth trailing hot kisses along my jaw to my neck.

I clung to his shirt, wondering why and how I was so completely aroused.

He broke my hands free, immediately removing my shirt and tossing it aside. He continued the explosive trail, his lips finding the valley between my breasts. In my shock at hungering for the man holding me hostage, I was starting to think crazy thoughts.

How I was happy that the plates had been removed from the table so they wouldn’t get broken.

Another wish that I’d splurged on that matching lingerie.

Red maybe. Or purple. Purple was the color of passion.

His touch made me tremble from embarrassment and the kind of anxiety that would usually shut me down, but I refused to give into the tyranny of my normal defense. There was nothing wrong with being uninhibited if only for one night. Thoroughly convincing myself, I ripped at his shirt. The moment I was able to press my hands against his sculpted chest, I wasn’t certain if I’d died and drifted straight to hell for my sinful actions.

Or if I was flying high above everything.

My gasp brought a dark yet mischievous smile to his face. When he pulled back, I heard the ugly whimper I’d issued. Heat swept across my jaw.

He stood over me, removing his shirt, allowing the material to fall where he’d tossed mine. I wasn’t certain if tie-dye and black were a good combination. I bit back a laugh until he removed his weapon, carefully placing it on the counter behind him. Not far from reach.

The reminder was an assault to my system and I pressed my hands on the table, rising to a sitting position.

His eyebrows arched and he planted his hands on either side of me, slowly lowering his face. Reacting, I eased down, thetiny whimpers turning into strangled moans. “Thinking of going somewhere,mi pequeño pastel?”

“Um. Well, you see…”

Before I could finish, he smothered me with kisses once again. How could I resist someone who could kiss like a prince?

Kruz eased me up by a few inches and I didn’t realize what he was doing until he deftly managed to unsnap my bra.

I didn’t resist when he gently slid the straps from my shoulders or when he broke the kiss, peering down at me with eyes dripping of lust.

Another blush occurred, lingering as he cupped my breasts. The moan turned into a gasp as he leaned over, devouring my nipple. The stars floating in front of my eyes suddenly were bright with color, neon and bright. Even when I closed them, the vividness remained.

“A perfect feast,” he muttered and moved to my other hardened bud.

He took his time, sucking and biting down until my pussy was throbbing so much, I was certain my entire body would overheat. Every move he made was perfectly sensual, keeping me completely aroused and on the edge.

Every burning touch of his soft lips, every drag of the tip of his tongue created wave after wave of electric jolts.

“We shouldn’t be…” I started, unable to finish when he rolled his mouth down to my chest, licking under one breast then the other.

“We shouldn’t be what?” he murmured, lifting his head slightly from where he was kissing my stomach.

“Doing this.” Swallowing, I reached down, rubbing one hand through his thick hair. The strands were just as silky as I’d imagined.

“Why is that?”

“Um…”

His fingers were under the waistband of my yoga pants, peeling them down my legs as if he had all night to ruin me for any other man.

“Tell me,” he insisted and pulled the material free from my feet. When he blew across the crotch of my panties, I threw my arm over my face.

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