Page 50 of The Devil's Bargain
Caroline stilled, jealousy and irritation rising in her chest.
“This will be my first time without the French letter,” he said softly.
Her eyes snapped up to meet his as he pushed up on his elbows to look at her. “Truly? You’ve always…”
“Yes. I swore the first time I experience a naked cunny would be with my wife.”
Caroline felt a rush of relief and affection come over her. It soothed her concern that bedding her may not be special enough for a man of his experience.
“I’m afraid I shall climax as soon as you breach me.”
“Damnation, Caroline, I didn’t need to know that. I shall need to fuck you three, four, five times tonight.”
“Stop teasing me with your promises.”
With a chuckle, he kissed her again. Then, moving over her body, his marble-like cock dragging over her thigh, he settled between her legs. Devlin rested his forehead against hers, creating an intimate space between them.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.”
Gripping his shaft, Devlin nudged his cockhead against her entrance. With a grunt, he pushed inside her, causing both to gasp at the perfection of it.
“Fuck, I can’t hold it. You feel too good.”
Taking her mouth with his once more, he drove into her all the way as Caroline cried out in pain.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered against her mouth. “My God, you feel incredible.”
He withdrew all the way then plunged into her again with a groan bordering on a scream. He fucked her furiously, her moans slowly joining his as the pain from his thickness subsided and only the pleasure of the act remained. Then he slipped a hand underneath her bottom, angling her hips and plunging into her with deep and powerful strokes.
“Devlin!” she screamed as the orgasm began to crest inside her, building and building with each thrust. He increased the speed, driving in and out of her at a frantic pace, pushing her higher into euphoria until they both gasped and stilled. Their bodies were stiff against each other, though her inner muscles began pulsing against his hard rod as his cock began to throbagainst her flesh. Their orgasms broke against the naked flesh of each other, and Caroline cried out his name over and over, her nails digging into his thick biceps. Devlin lurched forward, taking her with him with the force of his orgasm, gasping for breaths as if he had been drowning.
When he finally stilled, his body becoming heavier over hers, he released one last groan.
“Caroline,” he breathed against her mouth. “My heart. I had no idea how spectacular it could be with a woman I love.”
Warmth and shyness overwhelmed her, surprising her. “Are you certain it’s not the lack of the French letter inducing such sentiment?”
He studied her face pensively. “I beg your pardon. You’re right, of course.”
She slapped his shoulder playfully, eliciting a laugh.
“I don’t think we’ll ever have a dull moment between us,” he said.
“Because we’re both rascals?”
“Aye. You more so than me, believe it or not. You are much more devious than I’d anticipated.”
“Regardless, I believe we’ve benefited equally in this transaction,” she said slyly.
“What transaction do you refer to, wife?”
“Business venture, life partnership… love?”
His expression sobered suddenly. As he stroked her hair tenderly, he muttered, “I do love you, you know. I hope you believe me.”
Caroline pulled him down for a kiss, revealing her heart. As their passionate kiss stiffened his length, she wrapped her legs around him. “Show me,” she whispered. “Show me how much you love me.”
