Page 67 of Beautiful Revenge
My only answer is pressing my face into the skin of his neck. His hand slides up from my ass to splay in the middle of my back to steady me.
“Devon—” I start on a moan, but he stops me. Gone is the teasing.
“I’ve got you, Harlow.”
Damn.
No one hashadme in a long time.
That and another circle pushes me over the edge. I gasp and moan, and my whole body shakes in his arms. Devon doesn’t let up. My orgasm is on this side of violent. Stars light up my world brighter than any in the sky in the mountains of Winslet.
I can’t remember when I came this hard, if ever.
The next thing I know, I lose his fingers between my legs. I drag my eyes open to see him dig around in his nightstand. He throws a few things out onto the floor before he produces a condom.
“Thank fuck,” he mutters and bites the foiled condom.
I watch him rip at his belt and pants as I come back to earth. I’m not missing this for anything. “The fact that your condoms fell to the bottom of your drawer makes me happy.”
With one push of his pants, gravity takes over and they fall. I lean up on my elbows to get an unobstructed view.
And I’m not disappointed.
Every hinted promise of the secret agent is no longer secret. I lick my lips and only look away when the rip of a condom wrapper grabs my attention. Until now, he’s been a selfless lover.
His eyes rake over me as he rubs his jaw like he’s mapping out an operational plan. But nothing about his hungry look screams selfless.
His hand drops to my knee and forces me to part my legs. “I want to look into your eyes the first time I take you. After that, we can get creative. If you only knew the things running through my mind, baby. This contract will be my best decision ever.”
“Creative,” I echo and let that word bounce around myalready overstimulated brain and steady my voice. “It’s a good thing I trust you.”
His gaze hangs on me for a heavy moment before he looks down his rippled abs, indented V, and to his cock—long, thick, and engorged. He rolls the condom down every inch.
I’ve never been with anyone as old as Devon. Definitely not as strong and rugged. Everything about him, from the inside out, is different for me.
And when he takes me by the hand and pulls me to my feet, my stomach somersaults. “What are you—” I start, but he doesn’t let me finish.
He picks me up again, but this time there’s nothing between us. I wrap my legs around his trim hips. His fingers come straight to my sex where I’m open and splayed for him.
Devon turns and my back hits the dark, paneled wall. He takes my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside as his fingers plunge within me at the same time, like he’s preparing me for what’s to come.
He presses me to the wall as he takes my mouth, and he circles my clit. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on. When he finally lets me go, my pulse is quickening all over again.
His is too. I feel everything. His touch, his heartbeat, his pure and utter strength. But more than anything, his intensity bleeds into me. Instinctively, I draw my knees up his sides. I swear, his blue eyes darken to a shade of indigo.
I’ve just decided it’s my new favorite color.
I lose his fingers when he shifts me. My teeth sink into the flesh of my bottom lip when I feel the tip of his cock at my sex.
His heated stare sinks into my soul. It’s so hot and intense, I feel like he’s branding me. Then he wraps an arm around the small of my back and grips my ass with the other.
We never break the visual bond that connects us just as strong as the physical one when we come together in one strong thrust.
I gasp, and he lets out a rumbled groan. That groan takes over my senses. I can hear it and feel it against my sensitive nipples and where I’m impaled on his hard cock.
I’ve never heard or felt anything more masculine in my life.
“Fuck,” he bites out and doesn’t move. He’s buried in me—root deep—where I feel every inch of him. It’s new and different and a sensation I could easily become addicted to.
