Page 14 of Devil's Claim

When was the last time Malcolm had bothered to tempt me this way, to make me feel as if I was the only woman in the world? Hell if I knew, the fucking bastard.

The softness of his lips startled me as he pressed them against the sensitive area above my mound. Oh, God. Now he was using his teeth to lower my thong. Oh, I was going to die.

“Because you’re a bad man.”

“Yes, I am.”

That wasn’t a good enough reason? Holy crap. What did the man want from me? “You’re going to kill me in the end.”

“I already told you that will not happen.” He lifted his head once again, but my vision was too foggy to see him. At least not like I wanted. I need to bask in all his naked glory, indulging in that sweet moment of seeing his throbbing shaft for the first time.

My underwear disappeared, tossed aside as unwanted and suddenly, I was lying naked on my chipped Formica table about to be feasted on by a crazed and very dangerous Spanish intruder.

I guess there could be worse things to happen to a girl.

“But I guess you’ll need to trust me,” he added.

“Uh-huh.” I cinched my eyes closed, dragging my tongue across my bottom lip and clenching my pussy muscles when he opened my legs.

Suddenly, my thighs were over his shoulders. I snuck a peek and could easily drown in the sultry look he was giving me.

As soon as his tongue glided across my folds, I jerked up, gasping for air like I’d never done before. In response, he wrapped his arms around my thighs, spreading me all the way open, totally exposed.

I still didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but as he pressed me down, I did a little of both.

Everything about the moment was wicked, but as his lips latched onto my clit, the shot of electricity was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I snapped my hand down, grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling to the point he had to feel pain.

If he’d even noticed, I’d be surprised. He was too busy concentrating on turning me into a puddle. He kept me anchored to the spot, not that I was going anywhere. I merely kept my eyes closed, my mouth pursed as I struggled to breathe.

Or think.

Or have any common sense.

Oh, who cared?

He swiped his tongue up and down my pussy several times, once again taking my tender bud between his teeth. The combination was incredible, the man dragging me closer and closer to the edge.

Every swipe of his tongue became a tease, every heated puff of air an aphrodisiac.

I cried out the second he filled me with his fingers, the pressure causing me to open my eyes. Now I was staring at my ugly ceiling. But there was nothing ugly about the man eating his fill.

What was not to like? Every muscle was in perfect proportion without an ounce of fat. His broad shoulders tapered into a thin waist with an impeccable V fading under the waistband of his cargo pants. Oh, how my mouth watered to see the prize underneath.

He curled his fingers, hitting the perfect spot, the one no man had ever reached and my concentration was blown to bits. His fingers were masterful with my sweet spot, once again driving me to the edge, but backing off. His torment was blinding and beautiful.

Writhing like crazy, I could tell I was sputtering, not making any sense given the sheer pleasure. His actions became even rougher, pushing me to heights I’d never reached before. I tossed my head back and forth, panting like a crazed animal. One hand was tangled in his hair, the other gripping the edge of the table. I was holding on for dear life.

But he wasn’t finished yet even as every muscle tensed and I was truly flying.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” I cried out, immediately slapping a hand over my mouth. I doubted he wanted any of my neighbors to come bursting into my apartment.

“Cry out all you want, Christine. I won’t stop until I hear you shout my name.”

Was he kidding me? He was worried about being discovered by God knows who and he wanted me to shout his name?

I wasn’t certain I had it in me. The throbbing in my pussy continued as he slowed his licks, once again returning to suck on my now sensitive clit.

He pressed kisses against my inner thighs, his whispered breath creating goosebumps.

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