Page 21 of Savage Devotion
I gasp into his mouth as he dips his thumb beneath the band of my panties, but doesn’t stop there. Coated with my sticky sweetness, he teases my entrance before slipping into my wet heat.
I fuck his thumb shamelessly. Juices slip out to run down the crease of my cheeks as his tongue plunges deeper into my mouth.
He tears away from my lips, and we are both panting. “Belle. Fuck, woman. You’re just as hot and wet as I remember, baby.”
He rips down my scooped neckline to find greedy nipples straining back at him wanting the same treatment from him as last time.
But it’s not my nipples making him pause.
He fingers the chain around my neck and picks it up to make the ring hanging from the end glitters in the overheads. I always loved how the ruby caught the light.
“You took this from me without knowing what it means,” he says quietly and in complete contrast to the beast he was when barging into my tiny space. It’s not much but the break room serves as my bedroom too. Affording two places isn’t in the budget at the moment.
“I did,” I admit. I mean, I am wearing the evidence. “But I left you something in return.”
The corner of his lip pulls into a smirk. “A ruby red kiss on my pillow.”
I think back to that morning and smile. “Seemed fair at the time.” I lift my shoulder in a tiny shrug that earns me a nip to my earlobe.
A gasp escapes my lips. Sometimes I would lie awake at night fantasizing about him storming into my tiny New Orleans apartment. I pictured him kicking in my door, chasing me into my room, and then ravishing me all to find his ring. On more than one occasion I wished for it so deeply that I found myself clutching the ring in the morning. I held it so tightly that the imprint of the skull would stay stamped into the palm of my hand for hours.
When it looks like he’s going to take the ring from me, I push at his chest.
Surprise! The big lug doesn’t budge. Instead of tugging the gold chain from my neck and taking back his ring, he almost reverently slips it back into place over my heart.
Holding my gaze, he lowers his mouth to my exposed breasts. Warm lips suck on one tip and then move to the other. He pulls his thumb from my dripping pussy to stroke over my throbbing, hungry clit.
Once. Twice. He takes the weight of my head in hand as my lashes fall over my cheeks.
On the third pass he presses in and my climax shatters my control and I break. I come for the man who stole my heart but makes me fear what I want for the future. Our future. Our baby. I have to tell him…but not yet.
My eyes fly open to find him watching me intently as my orgasm rocks my core, my desperate pussy clenching and releasing.
Holy fucking shit that was fast and so good.
He pulls his thumb from between my legs and I look on as he sucks it clean of all my sticky wetness.
Right this second I will do anything this man wants. On the table, the sofa couch, I’d even risk carpet burn.
I moan eagerly for what I hope comes next, but when he leans in and presses his mouth to my ear he’s not biting and licking his way down to my nipples like I thought he would.
Instead, he growls, “What the fuck are you doing in my parish, Arabelle? I tried to stay away. But there’s no stopping me now that I’ve had a taste of you on my lips again.”
Cold shivers fall over me from head to toe.
“You knew I was here, didn’t you?” I can see the lack of surprise on his face which is telling. “Why did you stay away?” I don’tknow what I want to hear. But I don’t expect such brutal honesty.
“You have no business being with a man like me. You need to go the fuck home and leave this place behind.”
I jerk back as if slapped. “What did you say?”
“Go home. Leave Harlon. My men will pack up this place and send everything back. And then I can get my head on straight.”
He sounds cold. Controlled. And highly pissed. Like I’m the one that forced him in here and placed his hands under my skirt.
I ball my fist up and slam it down on his chest. “You think you can storm in here and just tell me what to do? I grew up with an asshole stepdad who thought his word was law over my life. I’m not about to let another douche biker do the same now that I am old enough to fight back.”
There’s a light in his eyes that shifts from hot to furious at the mention of my stepdad.
