Page 84 of Devil's Iris
“Wrap your hands around me,” he commands, but I ignore the instruction.
Instead, I lean down, eyes going heavy-lidded as the thick scent of musk, salt, and something darker curls around me. My thighs clench instinctively. Pressing a soft, tentative kiss to the tip, I let my lips part slowly, testing.
His breath hisses sharply through his teeth. Then his hand is in my hair, strong fingers tangling, holding me in place.Anchoringme.
I wrap my lips around him, teasing the wide mushroom head with my tongue and grinning inside at the salty burst that floods my mouth. He tastes like heat and power—power so heady it makes my head spin. I want more.
He curses low. “Fuck,Leni—bellezza,take me deeper into your hot mouth.”
This time I do as he says. Or try. He’s so big my jaw aches as my mouth struggles to accommodate him. It’s messy—saliva mixed with precum dribbling down my chin—but I don’t care. I’m determined to take him. To drive him as crazy as he drives me.
His cock twitches against my tongue when I take him deeper on an inhale, and his fingers dig so painfully into my scalp tears spring to my eyes. It hurts, but fuck, I love it. Inch by inch, I sink lower, my cheeks hollowing as I work him in.
I flick my gaze up through my lashes, greedy for his reaction—and oh, it’s worth it. His head is tipped back, eyes heavy-lidded, his face twisted up in raw pleasure. The sight makes a shameless moan vibrate around his cock, and the second it does, he jerks beneath me like the sound just shocked him.Idid that to him.
“You’re doing so good,amore,” he groans, hand tightening impossibly in my hair. “So fucking good—” His words break off with a strangled yell when I rub my tongue experimentally against a sensitive spot just under the tip.
My belly knots, wetness gushing between my thighs unbidden. Who knew driving him crazy would unravel me too? I rubmy thighs together, moaning as the pressure on my clit sends sparks through my body, and I start sucking him harder, sliding up and down his cock with messy urgency.
He’s still talking, but it’s all devolved into rapid-fire Italian now. I have no idea what the hell he’s saying, but God, the sound of it drenches me in heat, making me desperate to push him further.
One hand grips his thigh, the other slipping down to his balls, my fingertips grazing the soft flesh while I try to swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth before it spills down my chin. But as I do, his cock slides deeper into my throat, making me choke—and he goes wild.
Suddenly he yanks my head away with such force a wet pop echoes in the air when I let go, my jaw aching with the loss. Then he’s on me, shoving me down into the mattress, hovering over me with eyes gone feral. He’s pumping himself furiously, lips moving, his voice so wrecked it barely sounds like him. And still only Italian.
“In English, baby,” I moan, my heart pounding out of my chest. “I want to hear what you’re saying.”
His eyes flash—I think that means he understands me, but I can’t be sure. He just kneels there on the bed, looming like a storm about to break, fist wrapped tight around the thick base of his cock, slick and gleaming from my mouth. His chest heaves like he’d sprinted miles, but that unyielding gaze stays locked on me.
Then he gives me what I want. “Look at you,” he growls. “Fucking soaked from sucking me off. First time sucking a cock, and you took it like you’ve been mine forever.”
My legs part instinctively, and his gaze drops.
“That’s it. Show me that pretty pink flesh that belongs to me now.” He pumps his cock harder, wrist twisting at the crown, precum glistening as it leaks. “You belonged to me the moment you signed that contract and sealed your fate. And I fullyclaimed you last night.” His thumb smears through the wetness at the tip, and the hiss that rips from his throat makes me clench.
“You feel how wet you are,amore?” he rasps. “Bet your pussy’s aching for it. All that sweet mouth and still greedy between your legs.”
His last sentence barely makes sense, but I still moan, my back arching as I raise my palm to cup my breast. It feels like my entire body is on fire. “Please…”
“Please what?” His groan is choked, his knuckles going white around his cock. “You want me to come all over you? Mark you up like the filthy little wife you are?”
I nod so fast my hair whips. I didn't even know I wanted that, but now it’s all I can think about, every inch of me screaming for it.
“Say it. Use your words,bellezza.”
“I want it,” I gasp out, thighs rubbing together, fingers tugging hard at my nipple. “Want you to come on me. Mark me. Claim me.” The words pour out unfiltered, rising from a well deep inside me I never knew was there.
His jaw clenches. “Fucking hell, Leni.” His strokes turn frantic, his breathing breaking apart. “I want you to rub that pretty clit while I come for you. Let me see that needy little cunt work while I cover you in my cum.”
My hand dives between my thighs as if his words pull the strings, my fingers already circling my swollen bud. Obedience feels natural—inevitable. I’m drenched, throbbing, so close to the edge I can barely breathe.
His eyes are absolutely wild, locked on me like I’m his altar and this is his favorite mode of worship. “You’re mine,” he snarls. “My wife.My diamond in your belly. My cum on your skin. And that soaked little pussy begging for me—mine.”
“Please,” I whimper, panting as I rub my clit. My orgasm isright there, coiled tight in my belly, ready to snap. “Please—Romero?—”
And then he snaps first. A guttural groan rips from his chest, his hand jerking fast and rough until hot ropes of his release splatter all over me, painting my belly, my chest, my breasts.
The first hot splash makes me cry out, my back arching high off the bed as my own orgasm barrels through me. I scream his name, thighs quaking and hands clawing at the sheets, lost completely to the pleasure.
