Page 96 of Beautiful Revenge
I lick my lips and try to move on him, but he doesn’t let me. His hold on me is resolute. I’m impaled on his fingers, while his other hand grips me so tight, the tips of his fingers tease my ass. If he let me move, his touch would no doubt claim a place that’s never been touched.
Still...
I want to move.
So badly.
“Was I?” I ask on a shaky breath. “A pain in the ass?”
He drags the tip of his middle finger over the entrance to my literal ass.
I shudder.
His heated gaze drops to my breasts and hardened nipples.
“Hardly.” He looks up at me. “You’re the exact opposite. I’ll expend every ounce of energy for you. The only thing that’s a pain my ass right now is that fucking you would be pushing the boundaries to a level I’ve never been. I packed condoms in my suitcase which are in cargo and not my back pocket. This is one problem I did not plan for accordingly.”
“Damn,” I breathe. “And since I’m practically naked, that really sucks for me. I’ll carry them in my purse from now on.”
“You’re still going to come, baby.”
I wrap my hands around his chorded forearms to try to move. “Thank God.”
His tongue sneaks out to wet the crease of his full lips. “But you’re going to have to earn it.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
He lifts his chin. “You want to move, don’t you?”
I try to shift, but both hands tighten on me, and his middle finger in back moves enough that the tip breaks the barrier.
My head falls back, and my eyes close.
When he presses in farther, I moan.
“You want to come, baby?”
I have to fight to drag in a breath. The feeling of being impaled by him in two places is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I have no words, but I do nod.
He lifts a shoulder. “I could sit here like this for eternity. But if you want to come, you need to ask for it.”
My breasts rise and fall with quick, shallow pants, and I didn’t think it was possible for me to be wetter, but I am. I feel it in his grip.
By the look in his eyes, he can feel it too.
“Ask,” he demands. “If you want it bad enough, beg. I’m not letting you move until you do.”
My eyes fall shut as my heart races. I swallow over the lump in my throat, but Devon doesn’t keep his promise.
He moves.
And it’s in the form of his finger in my ass.
He slides it in farther. Maybe even a whole inch.
“Devon.” His name slips through my lips on a groan. “I need you.”
“I’ll let you move, baby ... after you ask.”
