Page 97 of Devil's Iris
But then he pulls back again, dropping to his knees before I can voice my displeasure. His gun clatters to the floor, forgotten, as his large hands grip my thighs, spreading me open. He doesn’t tease me this time, doesn’t try to build up the pleasure—he just buries his face between my legs andeats.
I screech, fingers sinking into his hair as his tongue licks and lashes against my stiffened clit before plunging deep into my core. My body tightens, the pleasure rocketing through me as his mouth works me like he needs to rip every ounce of it from me to quiet the storm raging in his head. And fuck, does it rip through me.
White heat explodes behind my lids as I cum so quickly the room spins around me. My legs quake uncontrollably, and I crumble against the wall, utterly boneless.
He rises instantly, his firm grip on my hip holding me upright. But he's not looking at me. No, he’s tugging at the buckle of his pants one-handed, almost impressing me with how fast he gets it undone.
His mouth is still wet from me, his chest heaving with every breath, and when his eyes lock on mine, they are dark, the weight of everything unsaid burning in their darkness. Then his hands are back on my hips, spinning me effortlessly until my front is pressed against the wall.
He pulls me back in by the waist, bringing himself flush with me, his cock already poking at my opening. I clench hard in anticipation, trembling, desperate, even though I just came.
In the next breath, he plunges into me with one deep, punishing thrust.
I cry out, my hands scrabbling for the wall, trying to brace against the force of him. Fuck, he’s already moving, not giving me time to get used to him. His hips snap, dragging my body up the wall with every relentless thrust, my hard nipples sendingsparks of pain-pleasure firing through me as they scrape across the surface.
Ecstasy.
He grunts low in my ear, one hand gripping my waist tight enough to bruise while the other fists in my hair, tugging my head back so he can kiss the side of my throat between his snarled breaths.
“You feel this?” he growls, pounding harder. “This is what you do to me.”
Every inch of him feels punishing and perfect. My legs tremble, my nails scrape paint, and the room fills with the raw symphony of skin against skin, moans, and his guttural voice.
“Say it,bellezza,” he rasps, grinding deep and holding there.
I gasp. “Say what?”
“That you like when I lose control. You like making me lose control. That’s why you pushed me, isn’t it?”
“I love it,” I breathe, shameless, aching. Not that I meant to, but fuck—Ido. I love being the reason this violent, unhinged man unravels. For once, he isn’t being cold or calculating. He likes to say I’m his, but right now…he’s mine.
He groans, dropping his forehead to my shoulder as he drives into me again, rough and deep, setting a brutal rhythm. His guttural cries of my name mix with the pulse in my core, my violently trembling legs, and the stars swimming behind my eyes.
“I’m close,” I whimper, barely able to speak.So close, so close.
“I know.” His fingers find my clit, circling it with quick, relentless pressure. “Come for me.Do it now.”
I shatter around him, my muscles locking so tight I almost push his cock out of me.
He curses and slams back in, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release through the aftershocks of mine. One final, guttural moan, a last deep shove, and he buries himself deep, holding there as his body shakes against me.
We stay like that for several moments—linked together, chests heaving, his forehead pressed to my shoulder. The wall supports both of our weights as the silence thickens around our ragged breaths. Then he breaks the silence.
“You trust me too much.”
I curl my lips into a small, satisfied smile, glad to finally have him back. “That sounds like a you problem,Romeo.”
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ROMERO
A me problem indeed.
Fuck, I really shouldn’t have done that.
My head is still spinning, my breaths sawing hotly through my chest while my limbs shake uncontrollably. That thick, honey-sweet tenderness from our honeymoon just crashed back into me with the force of a tsunami, bringing every overwhelming emotion I’ve been trying to bury.
I’m so fucking fucked—with a capital letter F.Fucked.
