Page 73 of Lethal Devotion
Ifeel like I can’t fucking breathe. She’s looking at me with those eyes, wide and green, and I can see the desire in them. I can’t pretend any longer that it’s not real. She has to know by now that she doesn’t need to seduce me to stay here, but she’s still standing there, looking at me like that, asking for…
"I want to know," she whispers. "I want to know what it's like when it's just us. When there's no one watching, no gun to anyone's head, when I can think clearly, and I’m not overwhelmed. I want you to show me how good it can be."
This isn’t right. I can’t… shouldn’t… do this…"Sienna, you've been through a trauma tonight. You'renotthinking clearly." I swallow hard, trying to think through my own fog of lust, when every cell in my body is screaming at me to take her, to take everything that I want.
“Iam,” she insists, and she takes another step toward me, another, prowling closer likeI’mthe prey. My little wildcat. Her eyes trail along my body, up to my face, and she smiles, stopping just in front of me as she reaches out to touch my chest. The touch, delicate as it is, feels like an electric shock, pleasure shooting straight to my cock.
“I want it slow. Purposeful. Not you saying you can’t and losing control anyway. I want you to touch me like you mean it. I want you to show me how good it all can be, and Iknowyou can give me that, Damian, because it’s been good every time you’ve touched me. It’sbetter and better, every time, and I want to know howallof it can be with you.”
My breath is stopped in my lungs, my chest aching. My cock throbs desperately. "You don't know what you're asking for."
"I'm asking you to make love to me. Really make love to me, the way I know you want to." Her hand flattens against my chest, warm through the fabric of my shirt. “I want to be yours, Damian. However long it lasts. I want to do this with you. Iwantit,” she repeats, as if trying to hammer the point home. “Please,” she whispers, her voice so full of need it makes me ache.
God, I want her. I want her so fucking badly. But she’s been through hell tonight, and the last thing I want is to take advantage of her vulnerability. I don’t want to be like the first man she was with… hell, the man I’ve been since she got here. I’ve been fighting it all along, and she’s rapidly breaking down every defense that I have.
“I want you,” I admit. “I’ve wanted you since we were in that church and you tried to claw me to shreds,dikaya koshka. But you need time?—”
“I’ve had time,” she insists. “I thought about it on the drive home, and while I was showering, and while I was waiting for you to come up here, because I knew you would.” She shifts closer, her body a breath away from mine, so fucking warm and soft. “Do you know what I thought about?"
I shake my head, not trusting my voice.
"I thought about how it felt when you were inside me. How safe I felt even in that terrible place, because it was you touching me." Her hand moves lower, coming to rest just above the waist of my pants, touching the edge of my shirt. I want her hand to slip under it, to touch my bare flesh, to undo… "I thought about how my body responded to you, even there. How much I want you..."
"Sienna." Her name is a groan of agony on my lips.
"I know I'm inexperienced. I know I don't know much about sex or pleasure or any of it. But I want to learn." She looks up at me through her lashes. "I want you to teach me. Just like you taught me, before."
And then, before I can grab her hand or stop her or leave the room, or anything else that I should be doing to keep this from happening, she lifts her hand to my chest again, and rises up onto her tiptoes.
When her mouth presses against mine, soft and sweet and needy, the last of my control shatters.
20
SIENNA
Ifeel the moment he gives in. The moment that, as I kiss him, his lips part against mine and he touches me, one hand at my waist as he pulls me against him, the other wrapping in my hair.
He feels so fucking good. I never knew that a man could feel like this, big and broad and hardeverywhere, muscled and strong. His hands could break me apart if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. Hewon’t. He’ll only ever protect me.
He’s tried to protect me from himself, too. But I don’t want that. I want him.
His tongue slides over my lower lip, catching it between his teeth, and I moan, a small, helpless sound that makes him jerk and shudder against me. I reach down with one hand, pushing the waist of his sweatpants down his hips, but he catches my wrist in his hand, stopping me.
A protest rises to my lips. I’m ready to plead for him to keep going, to not make us stop, but he breaks the kiss, looking down at me with eyes gone dark. When he speaks, his voice is thick and raspy, his accent rough.
“You’ve pleasured me enough tonight,milaya devochka,” he murmurs throatily. “I’m going to make this all about you.”
I swallow hard, desire skittering over my nerves. “But I want you to come too…”
He laughs, a dark, rough sound in his throat. “Oh, I will,dikaya koshka,” he murmurs. “I’ll come for you, don’t worry. I’ll fill that sweet pussy up until it’s dripping withmycum. But not yet. Not until you—” He reaches up, brushing a thumb against my lower lip. “Not until you’ve come at least twice for me. At least on my tongue…” His arm around my waist lifts me up until my legs go instinctively around his waist, and he starts to walk toward the bed. “And once on my cock.” He nuzzles into the crook of my neck as he spills me back onto the bed, kicking his shoes off as he follows me onto the mattress. “I don’t think I’ll be able to hold out, once I feel that tight pussy coming all over my cock.”
I’ve never heard anyone talk like him. I didn’t know men talked like this. Every filthy word has my skin on fire, my blood racing through my veins, making me feel things I’ve never felt before. When his hands slide up under my tank top, pushing the fabric up my body, I shudder with the pleasure that rushes through me.
“Are you alright,koshka?” he murmurs. “If you want to stop?—”
“No,” I pant breathlessly. “Don’t stop. Don’t?—”
His hands, broad and rough, curl over my breasts when he pushes the tank top above them, his palms rubbing against my peaked nipples. I gasp, my back arching as he squeezes lightly, his head dropping to kiss me again as I squirm underneath him, my thighs already pressed together with the need to come.
