Page 129 of The Diávolos: Part Two
“Call me that again, baby,” I order, my mouth salivating at the scent of her.
I run my calloused palms on her flesh, and it erupts in goosebumps. She gasps loudly, her back arching to meet me, so I slink an arm under her and drag her higher on the bed.
“Husband,” she breathes out.
I latch onto her lips and let my hand travel her body, feeling her tremble with every touch. My tongue works in unison with the movements, and I breathe Angelica in like it’s our last time.
Her moans get lost in our kisses, and I devour her like she’s the most delectable dessert.
Taking the tie from her robe, I wrap it around her eyes and shove the extra fabric into her mouth so we won’t be heard. What I have planned for her will cause a lot of noise andscreaming on her part. And I’ll be damned if someone hears her like this.
I would have to cut their ears off.
“Evan,” she whimpers through the gag as I trail my lips ever-so-lightly over her skin, all the way down to where her center is begging for attention.
I part her legs, the vision before me heavenly.
“God, Angelica. You look more beautiful every time you’re spread out for me,” I say with a groan.
The sight of her almost hurts me.
Whenever I’m with Angelica, I imagine myself standing on the edge of a pristine, untouched meadow bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun. The air filled with the sweet scent of blooming peonies, and a gentle breeze carrying the harmonious melody of singing birds. The sky above is painted in hues of pastel pinks, oranges, and purples as the sun begins to rise or set, casting a warm and ethereal light across the landscape.
A divine vision the devil does not deserve to see.
But she is the exception to the rule.Myexception.
Her body writhes under me as I place kisses on the extremities of her folds. She’s glistening, hot, and swollen. One simple touch and she’ll burst.
But I want to drag it out as long as possible.
My mouth hovering over her throbbing clit, I blow some air on it, and it causes her to shiver.
I pull out my knife from its holder on the waistband of my pants and bring the blade to her thigh, letting the tip poke her skin. A soft gasp escapes her parted lips.
The thought of cutting her there again sends a jolt of excitement through me.
When I first did it, Angelica hadn’t hesitated to put her life in my hands.
She never should hesitate.
I don’t deserve to be with her, but I’m selfish and would never allow anyone else to have her.
Which is why she will be branded with my name on her skin.
“I’m going to make you come with my mouth before I slip my fingers inside you so I can feel you tremble on my hands. Then, I’m going to fuck you like it’s the last time because I’ve come too close to losing you—twice,” I say, the thought of being without Angelica sparking rage and despair inside me.
“But not before carving my name between your legs, a reminder that you willalwaysbelong to me.”
The air seems to catch in Angelica’s throat.
“This will hurt, but I promise to make you feel good while you bleed for me.”
Angelica’s hands tremble as she grasps onto the bed sheets as if to anchor herself.
The room, once filled with ambient noise, echoes with quiet intensity.
Her breath, hitched and ragged, emphasizes the significance of this moment. It’s as if the world has momentarily paused, allowing the subtle rhythm of our breaths to unite.
