Page 48 of Lethal Devotion
I fist a handful of her soft, strawberry-blonde hair, and I kiss her.
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DAMIAN
Desire jolts through me, lighting me on fire from the inside out. Her mouth is soft and warm, pressed against mine, and I feel her lips part as I sweep my tongue against the crease, tasting her. Like she wants this. Like she wantsme.
I’m rock-hard the moment my tongue slides into her mouth, my body vibrating with need, muscles tensed as I hold her against me. I let her slide down the front of my body until her feet are on the floor again, groaning against her lips at the feeling of her pressed so close to me, bending so that I never break the kiss, not even for a moment. She feels so fucking good—her hair twisted around my hand, her mouth open against mine, her body arched as if she’s as desperate for more as I am. She whimpers against my mouth, a soft, needy sound, and it nearly breaks me apart.
I want to rip every shred of clothing off of her, pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist, fuck her right here. I want to bounce her on my cock until I fill her up with my cum, until she’sminein every possible way. It’s as if every single thing about her that makes me feel so goddamn guilty for wanting her also turns me on to the point of desperation.
Her softness, her innocence, in counterpoint to my roughness andbrutality. Her youth, her inexperience, contrasted with my age, with all the things I could teach her, with the way I could train her to pleasure me exactly the way I want, for me and no one else. Her reliance on me, the way sheneedsme to claim her as mine, to keep her safe. All of it ignites something primal in me, something that has my cock straining, so hard that I feel like I could come just from fucking kissing her.
And then she breaks the kiss and falls to her knees.
Her hand is at my belt, undoing it, before I can clear the fog enough to try and stop her. I grab her wrist, harder than I mean to, and Sienna sucks in a sharp breath, looking up at me with glossy eyes.
I know what a woman looks like when she wants me. I know the look of lust, ofneed. I can see it in Sienna’s eyes—and I still can’t bring myself to believe it, to trust it. To believe that she hasn’t talked herself into wanting me because she knows her life depends on my keeping her here.
But the sound she made when I grabbed her wrist—it’s as if she liked it. As if she liked me handling her that way. The thought makes my cock throb, lurching against the front of my pants, and I’m so slowed by lust that Sienna has her other hand at my zipper, dragging it down, before I can catch up to what she’s doing or grab her other hand.
My cock springs free the moment she gets my pants open, thick and long and hard, the vein on top pulsing, the tip already leaking pre-cum. Sienna’s hand wraps around my shaft, and as she starts to lean in to take it in her mouth, I come back to myself just long enough to grab a handful of her hair again, halting her.
A surprised moan escapes her, a gasp followed by a sound that’s all anticipation. It’s enough to send another pulse of pre-cum dripping down my shaft, and I bite back a groan as I stare down at her, trying to fight the arousal coursing through me. I’ve never seen anything as fucking erotic as Sienna on her knees in front of me, my cockhead an inch from her lips, her eyes wide and begging as I fist her hair in one hand and grip her wrist with the other.
Her tongue sweeps over her lower lip, and I fight back a groan. It would be so easy to let her do this. To let this happen?—
Fuck.I want it so fucking badly. I want to feel the heat of her mouth wrapped around my cock, see those pretty, full lips stretched around my length. Sienna is still looking up at me, her eyes wide and glazed, and I shake my head sharply.
“No,milaya devochka. I told you, no more.”
Her tongue sweeps over her lower lip again. “You said in your room.” She pouts prettily, as if she’s trying to tease me into surrender. “But we’re not in your room, Damian. We’re in mine. And you kept us safe tonight.” Her gaze drops to my cock, and I swear I see her pupils darken, her lips part as if she wants it. “Let me show you how thankful I am.”
I shake my head again, jaw clenched, as if I’m trying to convince myself as much as her. “No,zhena. This isn’t?—”
“Damian.” She blinks up at me, and I notice how long her lashes are, framing her wide green eyes. She’s so fucking perfect. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. “Damian,” she repeats. “Iwantto.”
She draws in a slow breath, not fighting against my grip on her, and I feel frozen, as if I can’t move. If I do, I think I’ll shove my cock into her mouth, and damn the way I feel tomorrow about it.
“Please,” she whispers. “I want to. I want to suck your gorgeous cock, and show you just how grateful I am. I want to find out what myhusband’scock feels like in my mouth.Please.”
“Chert voz’mi—” I swear under my breath in Russian, the sound coming out a rasping growl, and Sienna whimpers. My wife is on her knees, begging for my cock, and I?—
At the end of the day, I’m a fucking man, and I can’t take a moment more of this.
“You disobeyed me, earlier,” I growl, tightening my hand in her hair. “I told you not to come into my room again. And if you did, I wanted that pussy bare,dikaya koshka.”
Her eyes widen, impossibly large in her delicate face. “Let me make it up to you,” she whispers, and a dark chuckle rumbles from my throat, a sound I hadn’t meant to make.
“It’ll take more than sucking my cock to show me you’re sorry,devochka,” I growl. “But we’ll start there.”
I take one step forward, my hand still fisted in her hair, and my swollen cockhead brushes against her full, soft lips. I suck in a hiss of pleasure at the sensation, and when Sienna fuckingwhimpers, her lips parting as her tongue sweeps over the tip, lapping up the drop of pre-cum pearling there, my balls tighten dangerously. I have to summon every last bit of self-control I have to keep from coming on her face, right then and there.
She’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever had on her knees. And I want this to last, because I know when I come back to my senses, I’m going to have to find a way to make sure it doesn’t happen again.
Her other hand slides beneath my cock, cupping my balls, and I tense. I feel her fingers graze me there, feel them hesitate on the thin ridges of the scars from the beating I took what feels like a lifetime ago. If she moved her hand to my inner thighs, she’d find more there.
It’s almost enough to make me stop, the shock of it lessening my arousal the slightest bit. She’s far from the first woman to touch my scars, but for some reason, it feels like it matters with her. Like, if she asked me what happened, what it means, I’d hesitate at telling her the truth.
