Page 17 of Devil's Haunting
The closer we’ve gotten, the more I wanted him.
But nothing has happened beyond chaste touches here and there. Just because every one of them felt like lightning didn’t mean it was more than it was.
And now he’s telling me he’s going to take me to bed and claim me?
Yes, fucking please.
I need it.
I need him.
“Tripp,” I moan, my body vibrating with need as he stalks closer to my air mattress.
He sets me down on my feet next to it and my knees almost immediately buckle with how fucking turned on I am. This man does something to me which should be illegal. And yet here we are.
“Strip,” he growls as he steps over to his air mattress and hauls it over until it’s right next to mine without taking his eyes off me.
This is messy and a little fucked up.
I love it.
My hands shake as I peel off the tank top I’m wearing, one that has a built-in bra which means my tits fall free the moment I pull it up and off my body. It falls to the ground with a whoosh which is echoed by a groan of approval from Tripp.
His eyes burn me with a sense of ownership I’ve never felt before. It feels like fire licking at my skin and I’m desperate for more.
When I unbutton my shorts and hook my thumbs into the waistband, Tripp is there, his calloused hands taking over and pushing the fabric down over my hips and then my legs. His movements are so deliberate that he takes my thong along with them.
I’m bare in front of him and not even a little bit self-conscious about it while he stands before me still fully clothed. I should want to hide myself, but I don’t. I want him to see. I want him to touch.
And touch he fucking does.
His fingertips skim down over my hip and upper thigh where a tattoo snakes over my skin, artwork I can wear and take with me wherever I go. The roughness of his fingertips makes me shiver with the way it contrasts against my softness.
His rough skin pulls against mine in the most delicious way. I never want the sensation to end.
I reach for him without even realizing it, pushing the leather cut, a word he taught me, off his shoulders gently. Even though the passion in my veins demands I let it fall to the floor, I stop myself and pull it from his body gently to place it on the end of the bed he’s just pushed closer to us.
When I look up into his dark eyes, the affection I see there hits me in the middle of my chest.
“You’re perfect, little Mischief-maker,” he rumbles. His hand comes up and his knuckles skim over my cheek. “I knew the moment I saw you that you would bring trouble along with a lot of fucking light into my life.”
“Sweet talker,” I rasp, my words full of sass while need has my body swaying closer to him. “I don’t want your sweet words right now, Tripp. I want you deep inside of me until I’m screaming your name.”
His eyes go fucking molten and then he’s a blur of movement as he pulls his clothes from his body and allows them to pool around him. I let out a screech of surprise when I’m scooped up into his arms before he gently drops down onto his knees on our makeshift bed.
As I’m laid out in front of him like a fucking offering, I squeeze my thighs together to try and get some friction because if I don’t then I’m not sure what I’m going to do. His eyes take me in, not missing a single thing. His large hands grip my inner thighs to pry open my legs. When his gaze meets my glistening pussy, he licks his lips.
That should not be so damn hot.
“You want me inside of you, huh?” His question is a taunt, and I know it. We both do.
My back arches which presses my tits up and presents them to Tripp like they’re on a fucking platter. He lets out a sound, a mix of a grunt and a growl, before he crawls over my body until he’s hovering over my hard nipples and plump breasts.
They feel so fucking heavy with need and I almost can’t stand it. When his warm, wet mouth covers one of my nipples, a moan rips from my throat and fills the desolate room around us. The state of the room doesn’t matter, nothing but the sensation he’s causing in me matters. His tongue lashes my hard peak, but I can feel it all over my body.
His hands glide up over my hips and to my ribs until he can hold me in place as my body jerks with how fucking good it feels. The only thing grounding me to the moment and preventing me from floating away is this man, my man, holding me down.
“Please,” I beg, my voice cracking with how on edge I am, “I need you, Tripp.”
