Page 46 of Kian's Devotio
He moved her panties to the side and then licked up her wet folds, and his body jerked.
He groaned and licked all over, sticking his tongue deep inside her and she cried out his name.
Then he circled her hard clit with his tongue and her back arched off the bed.
She buried her fingers in his hair and held his head to her, not wanting to have him move and stop.
He chuckled softly and the vibrations made her moan even louder.
He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue like he did her nipple and after a few moments, she shattered.
Screaming his name and then she fell back against the bed, spent.
He sat up between her thighs and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “I was wrong. I thought your nipples taste amazing. They have nothing on your sweetness you have here.”
He pushed a finger inside her and then let out a small groan, “You're so tight. I don’t think I'll fit.”
She nodded, “Yes you will. I won’t break Kian.”
He gave her a skeptical look and she grinned, then pushed her panties down her legs.
“Make me yours. Right now.”
He stood and then took off his sweatshirt and then his t-shirt.
He went to unbutton his jeans, but she got up on her knees, “Wait. Kian. Stop.”
He froze and then she crawled closer to him, where she touched the angel on his bicep.
It looked like her, down to her hair, then she gasped when she saw her name in her handwriting on his chest.
“Kian? When did you get these?”
He looked down at her fingers caressing his bare chest, that was a pure work of art, full of mountains and valleys of muscle, and he said, “I got them right after I left for the academy. I had a card from you when I graduated from high school. You just wrote your name, but it was enough. So, my tattoo artist duplicated it and put it on my skin. I have always belonged to you. And then the angel? I needed to put you on my arm. To keep me focused, to keep my aim true and to remember that I was protected. That I was loved, even if you didn’t love me back then. I needed you always.”
She was shocked, “You got these a few years ago?”
He nodded, then traced the tattoo on his heart. “I wanted a piece of you on me. Even if it was the only thing I had. And I put your face in hers because you have always been my angel. My salvation. My arrow, my beacon of light in the darkness.”
She leaned down and kissed her name and then kissed his lips, not caring that she tasted herself on them.
“Take off your pants right now. I need you.”
He nodded, “Yes ma’am.” Then he flicked open the button on his jeans and stood, pushing them and his underwear down his legs, pulling his socks off with them.
She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, reaching down and touching her clit softly.
He noticed and growled at her, “Angel. That pussy is mine. I am going to be claiming it right now.”
She bit her lip and he grabbed her hand and sucked the juice off her fingers.
“I love the way you taste. As if I am sucking on the sweetest candy.”
She felt her cheeks warm and he grinned at her, then she finally let her eyes roam over all of him.
He was a work of art. All muscle and no fat on his skin whatsoever.
She loved the tattoo’s that were for her and her alone.
