Page 10 of Savage Devotion
Tearing cloth filters through the stairwell and I see my panties fall to the floor in the soft lighting a second later.
Ay Dios!Hot, sticky juices spill to wet my folds and thighs. He groans in appreciation when his lips seal over my bare seam. I won’t lie. My knees grow so fucking weak from the feel of his tongue sliding through my wetness I have to grip his shoulders from fear of falling over.
I look down to see him watching me as he licks and sucks my clit and my juices covering his mouth.
For a second I forget where we are. But when I cast around with my hands for purchase to hit a sleek handle, I realize anyone can come through the door to find me half naked and a man eating me out.
“Liam,” I groan. With every shuddered breath I take my breasts quiver. He looks past my bunched skirt, and his attention narrows on the pink, hard tips.
My cheeks flame red as does the rest of my body. From the risk of getting caught, the pure pleasure he’s giving my body, anduncontrolled lust. “Liam, please. We…oh, yes…” I gasp and lose my train of thought for a moment. “Reaper, damn it, we need to move,” I finally force out only to get a warm chuckle against my body.
Another slip of his tongue and this time he growls possessively. “Play with those pretty pink nipples, baby. Twist and tug ’em for me. I’m not stopping until you give me what I’m after.”
He’s completely ignored my plea. I don’t care because my hands are already following his gruff order before I have a mind to stop them.
“Tastes like heaven,” he murmurs and dives back in for more.
His mouth moves against me as his fingers grip my ass hard enough to leave bruises. He pulls me into his mouth and holds me in place as my hips start to grind against his face. Hard stubble scratches against tender flesh and I only grind a little harder, a little faster. The burn meshes with the lust to create a twisted combination of pleasure and pain.
From the tips of my fingers to my toes, adrenaline laced with fiery lust prickles throughout my body. And then my orgasm slams into me. Robs me of my sanity and spills down his throat.
“Fuck, yes. Give me more.” I bury my fingers into his hair and ride the last waves as he flicks his tongue over my throbbing clit and cleans me of every last drop of my release.
“Dios mío. Que paso? What just happened?”
It’s like nothing else I have ever felt before. My hips push against his mouth and my mind completely checks out with the way his tongue drives deep inside my wet channel.
And then I’m weightless. I cling to him, out of breath and my heart racing. Not because I’m scared but for the simple fact, this is getting very real all too fast. Yet still not fast enough.
In a heart-stopping moment, we’ve climbed the set of stairs and are across the room before I have time to draw fresh hair into my lungs. Once through the main door to the stairs, it’s all open space.
Four strides and I am spread out over a large bed. He falls over me and brings his lips to mine. “Taste yourself, baby. Taste the sweetness.”
I groan and open my mouth as he plunges his tongue in deep. His fingers dig into my hair and hold me steady as he swipes his tongue over mine. When I taste myself the heat inside me roars into an inferno and rushes through me.
Diablos. I’m instantly hooked. My legs wrap around his thick waist and I lock him in place. Shameless and horny, I grind my pussy against his erection as he sucks on my tongue.
“Fucking you is going to be the highlight of my life, Belle.” His shortened version of my name sends chills over my body. Before this second, I have never let anyone except Laila call me anything other than my given name. There’s power in a name. But the nickname coming from his lips is close to the force of a sledgehammer cracking open the protective wall I’ve surrounded myself with.
Clothes and shoes fall away but I don’t miss the chance to see his glorious ripped body after he’s rid me of mine. The same accent lighting from the hallway is mimicked in the open-styled apartment. Coupled with the light of a full moon pouringthrough overhead skylights I get to enjoy all those ridges, dips, and valleys in a wash of silver light.
I don’t know what is happening here. Should I slow down? Speed up? Run out the door?
I stop caring about being the only provider for my alcoholic mother. I stop letting grief keep me locked away. I stop caring about the scars hidden beneath my tattoos. I stop caring and just feel alive for myself. And it’s freeing.
I crook a finger at him, and spread my legs wide so he can see what he is about to possess. Look at me being all wanton and carefree! I think I hear him hiss in a sharp breath.
I groan at the glorious sight of the man’s rippling muscles. Those tattooed fingers wrap around his massive shaft and my heart stops. He’s not just big. He’s a fucking monster. I blink several times. Holy crap. Am I seeing what I think I am seeing? Light catches on metal and I gasp at the Prince Albert piercing. Yep, that is very real and I think I just had a micro-orgasm. I’ve heard of men getting cock piercings but, yeah, book nerd me has never actually seen one up close and personal.
And let me say it’s sexy as fuck, but scary too. I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip and his gaze catches it. He brushes the pad of his thumb through the moist trail left behind.
I want this man, this stranger. “Ven aquí, papi.”
I hold my thighs open and pass my fingers through my sticky, slick folds. The fact my stomach flips and flips does not change how badly I want this. I twirl the wet tips around my nipples, tempting him closer.
“Belle,” he groans, moving his hand up and down his cock. He crosses to the bed and kneels on the edge. With every move he makes, he doesn’t stop stroking his heavily veined cock. With each movement upward, more pre-cum wets all those pretty tattoos until he looks as sticky and wet as I am.
I suck in my lower lip and hold it tightly between my teeth. Juices spill from my center to wet the bed beneath me.
