Page 95 of Destined for the Devil
Our kiss oscillated between sensual and rough, just like everything we did. It was both hot as fuck and mellow. It was desperate and hesitant. God, I was fucking crazy about him.
Unable to pull away, my trembling fingers worked to unbutton his shirt, all of me on fire at the proximity once more. His chest, so inked, so strong, so warm against my hands, pressed me into the wall right before my feet left the ground.
He carried me to my bed, laying me down slowly, as if savoring the moment. The shirt slid off his shoulders as he towered over me, and he did that thing I always loved to see: he threaded his fingers through his hair to push it back, but one jet-black lock fell over his forehead, always a millimeter away from his eyelid.
I crawled back, and he climbed on, the look in his eyes dangerous as he pulled down my barely-there panties. Saying nothing, he spread my legs, and his tattooed fingers slid on my inner thighs right onto my pussy, sending me into outer space.
Being touched by him was like having every single sexual fantasy played out at the same time. It stirred something inimitable inside me. Only him, only his hands, only his eyes, only his lips—only my Roman was ever to enjoy my body and soul.
He dove in between my legs, and I fell back onto the pillow, floating inbliss. My head spun and my thighs trembled when his tongue reminded me just how filthy and perfect he was at this.
Slow, teasing, relentless, Roman licked up my pussy, dragging his tongue over my clit, making me gasp. He moaned into me, the vibration shooting straight through me as his spit mixed with my juices. His tongue circled and flicked, dipping in and out while his long finger plunged deep inside me, curling just right, as if beckoning me to him.
It was all a haze. His hands traveled my body and pulled down my nightie applying the perfect pressure to my breast, his fingers doing God’s work. Or maybe the devil’s.
Heat pooled in my lower belly, so fast, so sharp, his tongue barely even having started. I’d been so touch-starved that it took me only a minute to fall apart with his face between my legs.
I cried out his name, the sound satisfying me more than the orgasm. Everything was so sensitive, so I pulled back and clasped my legs closed, unable to take anymore. His arms wrapped around me like vines, and he laid his head on my abdomen, matching my deep breaths in.
"Isla..." he sighed just as I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling gently, asserting my ownership over him. My man, forever. "Isla…you got your revenge, okay? Please…please don't do this to me again." The notes of desperation were loud and clear, igniting my desire for him even more. "I won't survive."
I couldn't fight it; a small smile clawed its way onto my face. No. No, he wouldn’t survive it. But neither would I.
I wanted more, and as if reading my mind, his lips were on mine again. Frantically unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, I reached down into his boxer briefs, shamelessly grabbing a hold of his hard cock, so ecstatic to have it in my hand again.
Fuck, I wanted it, I wanted it so bad. Our limbs tangled as we tried to pull off our remaining clothes, but Roman didn’t let me bend down and put his dick in my mouth, eliciting a whine of protest.
Instead, he pushed me on my side and spooned me, his large arms pressing my back into his chest, his face nuzzling into my neck.
So easily, his big and fuckingaddictivecock slid into my pussy andpushed all the air out of my lungs. It filled me up so perfectly, just like the intrusion I so wanted and dreamt about. We both paused, just trying to breathe through it.
Slowly, teasing, taunting, loving…he thrust inside me, connecting us forever. His powerful body slightly leaning onto mine, and he peppered my neck and back with kisses and small bites. I shivered from the tenderness of his lips and from the deep thrusts his cock was gifting me.
"Oh my fucking God," my voice trembled just as his hand squeezed mine. "Fuck you, Roman."
"Yes, fuck me, baby…only me…forever.” He breathed into my ear, his thrusts deep and slow.
My body was his, finally living out its destiny. He touched all of me—my stomach, my clit, my tits, my thighs…my mouth. And he did it all exactly how I liked.
Because Roman was an angel and a devil all at once. Because Roman brought heaven to me and drowned me in the deepest sins.
Because Roman was my destiny.
Roman made love to me like this was the only thing that existed in the universe. I gave in completely, pliant beneath him, my body answering every demand without thought. Even with my eyes shut, he was all I could see—his touch, his aura, his energy burning into me, until there was no world beyond him.
He flipped me on my back and squeezed me with his weight, slipping inside me, sensual, slow, like this was the first time ever. He gazed into my eyes, searing the truth into my soul—the connection between us was unbreakable.
“Fuck, Angel..." he pleaded. "Fuck, baby, I can't live without you."
His breath turned heavier and erratic, and he collapsed into my neck, fucking me harder, faster, both of us tumbling toward the edge.
His impending climax was overtaking his body, and he was about topull out, but there was no way I was letting him go. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him tight around his neck, demanding it.
"Come inside me, Daddy. Only inside me," I whispered into his lips, feeling him unravel on top of me. His low groan satisfied the dark void in my soul, and I felt every single twitch and pulse of his hard cock, filling me up with his hot cum.
Never. Never,ever...would I let him go again. He wasmine.
And I was his ride or die.
