I try to suppress my giggle but fail, coughing to cover it up. He smirks at me and I grill him, shaking my head.
The ceremony ends with Bella and Damon kissing with way too much tongue for a church ceremony, but no one is shocked.
She denied the champagne this morning, claiming it would make her jitters worse and I smirked at her as she put her finger to her lips, making sure I kept her secret.
“Let’s go party darlin’,” Devin whispers next to me.
I wink as we walk out to the limo with everyone and head to the hotel where the reception is being held.
The ballroom is decorated in a rustic theme, wood accents with the maroon color scheme and each table has a picture of Damon and Bella on some type of adventure.
The tattoo shop the night Bella got her first tattoo, skydiving in Mexico, at Mardi Gras, in front of the Eiffel Tower, kissing on the field covered in confetti during the World Series win, on the beach in Greece, on the field during Bella's last game on the U.S National team, standing on the land that their house is being built on and more.
I walk around the room with Devin, one arm around his waist, the other linked with his hand draped over my shoulder.
“They decorated so nice. So elegant yet so simple.”
“You got weddin’ bells in that head of yours darlin’?”
I look up and roll my eyes.
“Please, caveman. What part of slow don't ya understand, huh?”
He laughs and pulls me close, kissing my forehead.
“Don't you worry about that. I plan to go very slow. So slow in fact that I think after the party, I might go right on upstairs to sleep.”
I stop walking and look at him and he bursts out laughing.
“My God, if looks could kill. I'm kiddin’ darlin’. I don't even know if I'll make it through the whole party, I'm exhausted,” he says yawning.
I slap his shoulder and untangle our hands and he laughs again trying to pull me close.
“You want it that bad?” he whispers in my ear.
His breath on my earlobe sends a heat down my spine, a burning need for him. My body has been awoken and I want nothing more than to be filled by him.
“Devin, don't,” I scold as he puts his hand on my lower back.
He kisses my cheek and then retreats walking over to the bar and I watch, desperate for him to come back and continue what he was doing.
My body is fucking with my head, both are trying to wrangle for control and my body is winning.
The DJ announces Mr. And Mrs. Johnson and they share their first dance. I watch, envious of their love, hoping one day that could be me.
You're free Normani, it can be.
The reminder that my father is dead comes crashing back into me. Cut off the head of the snake and the rest will fall. No one should be bothering Miguel and I anymore and I smile, as Devin walks back to me holding two drinks.
“Sprite with a splash of lime?”
“Thank you.”
The DJ announces that the dance floor is open, and a Jason Aldean song comes on. Devin grabs my drink, mid sip and puts it on a nearby table.
“Dance with me darlin’.”
I smile and take his hand as he pulls me closer to him, his big hand holding mine as his other hand lands on my back. He pulls me flush against him, leaving no room in between our bodies.
We start to sway to the music as he dips his head low, his warm lips against my ear.
“Something about you baby,
got me going crazy
I don't know what to do
I've never met a girl like you
That's ever done it quite like you do
Your kiss is double-barrel bourbon on rocks
Your lips are just the cherry on top.”
I laugh as he sings to me, twirling us around the floor and his hand starts to slide lower, his erection growing in between us. I close my eyes trying to calm my libido. The curiosity I feel, wondering what Devin’s body would feel like underneath mine. What his cock would feel like, stretching my walls, touching places inside my body that no man has been before. His face when he comes, his muscles flexing as he pounds in and out of me, the words he’ll use to coax my body higher and higher.
“Devin,” I say breathlessly.
“Love how you say my name
and make it sound so sexy.”
“Stop,” I laugh.
“Love how you do that thing,
yeah you know what gets me.”
“You're not makin’ slow easy…”
“I'm talking slow motion all night long
Baby, love you with the lights on.”
“Oh God, stop it,” I groan.
“Tell me Normani. I don't even think I’ll make it until dinner.”
“We...dammit...we can't miss your sister's weddin’ Devin.”
“Suit yourself darlin’, but I ain't gonna stop turnin’ you on. By the end of the night you're gonna be beggin’ for me to speed it up.”
His words alone want me to say fuck the wedding and drag his ass upstairs to bed.
He grabs my chin and presses our lips together, pulling my head closer to him, opening his mouth to give me access to his delicious tongue.
“I'm gonna make you scream so loud, the whole fuckin’ state of Louisiana is gonna know who you belong to.”
“Dammit Devin,” I grumble closing my eyes.
“I'm gonna start right here,” he says kissing my temple. “Then here,” he says moving down to my cheek. “Here,” he says kissing my nose. “And I'll get to these,” he says kissing my lips quick, “After I get to your other lips.”
I moan softly, dropping my head to his chest.
“I want you to taste yourself darlin’. Taste how fuckin’ delicious your pussy is. I'm addicted to it Normani. I'm gonna fuckin’ devour you for hours. I’m gonna-”
“Stop. Stop Devin,” I pant.
“Too much?” he asks with concern.
“Not enough.”
I grab the back of his head and crash our lips together. My mind desperately trying to quell this insatiable need for him but my body begging for him to make good on every delicious detail that dripped from his lips.
We break the kiss and I look at him, my gaze crazed and frantic.
“Fuck slow. Let’s go,” I say grabbing his hand and pulling him to the entrance of the ballroom.
We get out into the hall and he pulls on my arm, guiding us around the corner into a hallway and pushes me into the wall.
“Normani, you need to stop me. You've never done this, I don't wanna hurt you,” Devin says kissing my neck.
I wrap my arms around his back and pull him close, lifting a leg to wrap around his waist, pulling his center to mine. I feel his bulge against me and groan.
“You won't, I can take it. I...I want you...I...let’s go, please,” I say pushing him off me.
He nods his head, grabbing my hand and we walk to the elevator. We wait, holding hands, neither one of us looking over at the other and the doors open.
We step inside and he presses the button for the third floor. As soon as the door closes, he's on me, backing me up to the wall and lifting me off my feet.
“Devin!” I shriek.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he growls in my ear.
“I'm wearin’ a dress, my whole ass will-”
“I don't care,” he says cutting me off.
He pulls my dress up, holding me in place with his palms on my ass. His fingers dig into my skin and I whimper against his lips.
“You. Are. Addicting,” he groans out.
His fingers come in between us, moving my thong to the side as he drags them through my wet folds.
“Devin, wait I…”
The door dings open and he drops me down to my feet putting my dress back in place. His gaze is apologetic and backs away from me, shaking his head.
He holds the door open as I walk out and he walks briskly to his room, fishing in his pocket for the room key.
He opens the door, holding it open for me without looking at me. I turn and watch him lock the door as he takes off his suit jacket and throws it on the chair by the kitchen island.
“Dev...what.. did I do somethin’?” I ask walking closer to him.
“Let me go to the bathroom. I'll be back,” he rasps out.
He brushes past me and walks towards the bathroom, slamming the door and I hear the lock.
I stand in the foyer, confused as hell and walk towards the bathroom.
“Dev, what the hell happened?” I ask through the door.
I hear his belt buckle hit the floor and he groans.
“Are you...are you jerkin’ off?” I ask through the door.
“Normani, don't,” he warns.
“No fucking way,” I whisper.
I reach up into my hair and take out a hairpin, maneuvering it around the knob easily until I feel the latch. I turn the knob and slam open the door, knocking right into Devin with his pants around his ankles and his hand wrapped around his hard cock.
“What the fuck, Devin. I want you, I want this,” I say reaching for him.
He backs away putting distance between us.
“Normani, I can't take you like this,” he says reaching down for his jeans.
His voice is a rough growl, his blue eyes dark, demanding, dangerous.
I move faster and wrap my hands around his erection, and he stills, closing his eyes.
“I want you to take me like this Devin. Do you know how turned on I am that you're this hard for me, that you want me so badly you can't even think straight? I. Want. This,” I say accentuating each word.
“Darlin’, right now all I want to do is slam you to the nearest wall and fuck the shit out of you. I wanna bury my dick so far inside you, that you won't walk right for a fuckin’ week. I need to take the edge off because that's not happenin’ tonight. You ain’t ready,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Then let me do it,” I whisper, dropping down to my knees.
Before he can protest, I wrap my mouth around his length and suck him to the back of my throat, my hands going to his balls and the base of his cock.
“Fuckkkkk,” he growls loudly.
I stroke my hand from his base to his tip, moving my mouth up and down, soaking his cock with my spit. My hand moves easily, gripping him tighter as I take him deeper and deeper, relaxing my throat as he slips further back. His need for control, my ability to splinter it...I crave that. I've never had the power before, and I want more of it
“Darlin’ I'm gonna come.”
I grip his ass keeping him in my mouth and feel a warm gush down my throat. I swallow stream after stream as Devin’s hands go to my hair, pulling it away from my face.
“You got your wish you little devil,” he says, his voice drained and raspy, like it took everything from him to control that ferocious need, the burden finally lifted.
“So caveman, can we agree that you need to include me in your sex-capades from now on?” I smirk.
“I'm sorry,” he whispers cupping my cheek. “It's been a while and I swear you've made me the horniest I've ever been in my life. I want your first to be special, I need my head on right for that. Now I can see clear. I'm sorry I escaped, I promise I was only thinkin’ of you.”
“I know you were, but don't count me out Dev. I’m stronger than you give me credit for, I ain't a porcelain doll.”
“Believe me Normani, I know you're strong.”
He lifts me under my knees, his hand wrapping around my back and carries me to the bedroom, his still hard cock bouncing against my ass and I giggle like a giddy school girl.
He puts me down in front of the bed and reaches behind me to unzip my dress.
The material slowly falls off my body and pools around my feet. He moves my thong down my hips and that too, falls to the ground, leaving me completely naked. My want for this man blocking out my self-consciousness of my flawed body. I snap out of it and realize too late, wrapping my hands around my stomach and naked breasts. Devin reaches out, moving them.
“You're beautiful Normani. Every single inch of you.”
“I have so many scars,” I say shaking my head.
“Reminders,” he says, tracing a scar across my hip.
“Of what?” I whisper.
I shiver as he traces the one by my ribs across my back. His breath on my shoulder, then his kiss makes me tremble. No one has ever seen me naked before and the feeling is terrifying yet freeing.
He isn't running.
“That whatever tried to break you, whoever tried to hurt you, failed. You're still here, tenacious, a force to be wreckin’ with.”
I close my eyes, his words touching a place in my heart I didn't even know I still had.
Love.
I am slowly falling in love with Devin Gavinwood.
His fingers trace each scar on my back, running a finger down my arm to my wrist, circling it. The normal flinch that instinctively overpowers me is gone. He touches my body so softly, so tenderly, the past is just a memory, like a nightmare that never happened. The only thing my body is focusing on is his fingers, moving across the top of my back.
I suck in a breath as I feel his warm lips against the biggest one on my upper shoulder. That one scar, the reminder it holds, ripping through me, shredding me.
“My superwoman,” he whispers taking me out of that nightmare. “So fuckin’ strong,” he says, his voice breaking.
I turn and look at him, cupping his cheek. He closes his eyes and something wet touches my thumb.
“Dev, don't,” I say, my own voice breaking too.
I feel a tear slip down my face and I sniffle as he opens his eyes, the beautiful blue swimming in a pool of tears. He cups my cheek, wiping away my tears as I wipe away his.
“I don't deserve to even breathe the same air as you Normani. Your strength is unimaginable.”
“Kiss me Devin. Make love to me,” I say against his lips.
He lifts me in his arms and sits me on the bed. I watch as he unbuttons his shirt and undoes his tie. He stands before me, gloriously naked and I study his body, just as he studied mine.
I stand as I run my finger along his collarbone, across his hard chest to the other. I continue to trace down his pec to his ribs, across his abs, bending down to kiss each ridge, each part of his exquisite six pack to the V below his belly button.
I lean over and kiss up his thick thigh, across his body, slowly kissing the tip of his cock. I run my tongue down the other thigh grazing his balls quick, landing with a kiss on his hip.
He groans, his hands flexing and unflexing down his sides and I smile as I kiss my way back up his ribs, his body twitching, anticipating my next move. I take his arm in my hand, zoning in on the vein that runs across his forearm and slowly kiss up his bicep to his shoulder.
I turn and walk behind him, running my hand along his abs as I study his back.
Kissing across his back, his muscles flex at my touch, goosebumps erupting on his skin. I kiss down one side, across the top of his ass and up the other side.
My hands slide down, grabbing his firm ass in both hands and his head drops back, letting out a growl.
I slowly walk back to the front, his eyes opening, searching mine.
“Are you sure about this darlin’? I don't want you to do this if you truly don't wanna.”
“I don't want anything else is this world except what's right in front of me, right now.”
He reaches for my hip gently, turning us around as he pushes me down to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Spread your legs for me darlin’. Let me get you ready.”
I lay back on the bed and glance down, watching his head move slowly to my center.
He spreads my lips with his fingers as his mouth moves, latching onto my clit. He sucks it, releasing it, then sucks it in again and I whimper, bucking against his face.
“So good,” I pant.
His tongue starts sliding up and d
own my slit, my clit to my hole and back to my clit. His tongue slips inside me, as his teeth graze my bud and I feel a finger start to push through my walls.
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