She felt his hot breath against the small of her back and wriggled underneath him, trying to entice him to keep going. She was incapable of words and she hoped her body would be enough to convince him to give her what she needed. The ache inside her had built to a fever pitch. Throbbing and hot, she yearned for him to fill the empty place inside her.
Dropping kisses up her spine, Devil’s lips came to rest against her shoulder as he curled over her, bracing one fist beside her elbow. “Do you know how much I love you, Molly?”
Lifting her head, Molly turned to stare over her shoulder at the man she’d married. “Yes.”
“Good.” Drifting his hand over her back from neck to ass, he stroked her. “You know one of the things I love the most?” he asked. He didn’t wait for her to answer. He just forged ahead as his hand continued to pet her. “It’s your absolute trust in me. Looking at you now, kneeling in front of me…waiting for whatever I want to give you…you put complete faith in me, don’t you, darlin’?”
Molly nodded, her tongue darting out to lick her dry lips. “You’d never hurt me. At least, not in a way I wouldn’t enjoy,” she quickly amended with an impish smile. “You’d cut off your arm before you harmed me, Devil. I’ve always known that.”
“I’m a lucky bastard, Molly,” Devil murmured appreciatively, resting his forehead against one rounded shoulder as he thrust his hips and impaled her with the thick length of his cock. Capturing her low moan of satisfaction with his lips, he growled as her soft, wet walls constricted around his dick. “Love how tight you are,” he mumbled between deep kisses. “It’s like your pussy was made to hold my cock, Molly. Like I put in a special order to Heaven and the angels sent me you.”
“Devil,” Molly breathed, lifting one arm to wrap around his neck as he moved in and out of her. Each lunge of his hips sent him deeper, touching parts of her that she’d never known existed. She moaned against his mouth as his thumb plucked the tangle of nerves where her pleasure was centered while he moved within her.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Devil returned unevenly, almost undone when her pussy contracted around him. “I’m going to make you come so hard that you’ll feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven,” he promised through gritted teeth as he moved his thumb around her slick button, “Then, I’m going to pull out of this sweet pussy and stretch out on this bed, and you’re going to get on top and ride me until you make me explode inside you.” Groaning against her ear as her muscles clamped down around his cock, he flicked her clit hard with his thumb. “Can you do that for me, Molly? Ride your husband with your perfect pussy until you make him come?”
Molly grew wetter with every question. “Oh, God, yes!” she whimpered, pushing her hips back to meet every delicious stroke of his cock.
“Take your hand and touch yourself, baby,” Devil ordered against her ear, waiting until one of her hands joined his between her legs. Taking her hand, he guided it to her clit. “Rub it, baby, and I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, kissing her neck as he gripped her hips in his hands and began thrusting inside her, deep and hard with short heavy strokes.
Grunting as her pussy embraced his dick in a tight, hot vice that threatened to burn him alive, he felt her begin to stiffen. “That’s it, baby,” he growled as sweat rolled down his chest and her walls began to convulse around his throbbing dick. “Come for me,” he bit out hoarsely as she screamed his name.
Searing pleasure blistered Molly as Devil sawed in and out of her. Rubbing her clit in quick circles, she felt the biting agony and bliss of her release rising, swamping her. Devil’s balls slapped her pussy with every surge of his hips, heightening the sensations and her nails clawed at the comforter as he forced wave after wave of searing awareness on her. She could feel every vein in his cock as it powered in and out of her... hear every gasp either of them made. She tasted blood on her tongue as she bit her lip, and her vision dimmed as she reached heights she’d never touched.
Pulling free of the grip her core had on his cock, Devil collapsed on his back and pulled her over him. His cock stood thick and proud between them, aching and lonely. “Take me, baby,” he urged as she braced her hands against his sweaty chest. “Come take care of your husband’s cock.”
“I can definitely do that.” Molly smiled as she palmed his angry red dick in her hand and guided it to her entrance. She gasped as he filled her, his length filling the hollow place inside her. “You feel so good,” she whispered as his hands lifted to cup her flushed breasts.
Her tight, wet heat sucked at his cock as she sank over him, planting him inside her to the hilt. “Move, darlin’,” he encouraged her gently. “I want to watch these gorgeous breasts bounce while you take me.”
Molly rocked her hips slowly, lifting her ass before sliding back over him. “I love you,” she whispered staring in his eyes as he lifted his hips to meet hers on her next downslide.
“I love you, too, sweetheart. More than I ever thought I could,” he whispered, watching her face as he surged inside her. “You’re my world, Molly. My entire world.”
Moaning as he flexed inside her, she moved more quickly, her breasts jiggling as his hips rose and fell on the bed beneath her. He’d already satisfied her once, blowing her mind with the release he’d given her, but she could feel her body quickening again, growing wetter around their connection.
“Look, baby,” Devil murmured, staring down at where his cock slid in and out of her pussy. “See how beautiful we are together,” he ordered, lifting one hand and wrapping it around her neck. “You were made for me, Molly. Just for me.”
Her body went liquid around his as he exerted just the slightest pressure on her neck and pulled her toward his mouth. Kissing him deeply as she rose and fell on his cock, she moaned into his mouth. “I was made for you. Only for you, Devil.”
“Molly,” he groaned, burying one hand in her hair as he rolled her to her back. Her body encased his dick from root to tip, and he couldn’t help thinking that heaven would pale in comparison to the paradise she offered him. Her legs folded around his hips and her arms wrapped around his neck as she offered herself up to him like a virgin sacrifice. “Hang on to me, baby,” he ordered against her lips. “This is going to be hard and deep.”
“Mmm,” Molly hummed around his tongue as she felt his hips lift only to slam back against hers a second later. Again and again, he hammered against her, his pelvic bone grazing her clit with every downward thrust of his hips. She whimpered against his mouth, sucking on his tongue hungrily as he fucked in and out of her slick channel.
Shifting her legs over his shoulders, he braced his elbows against the bed as his pelvis rose and fell. “So fucking tight, baby,” he muttered between kisses. “I can feel you melting around my cock. You like it like this, don’t you?” he grunted, pushing deeper with every push of his hips.
“Yes!” Molly gasped, arching her back as he bottomed out inside her. “Don’t stop, Devil! Give it to me,” she begged, her legs quivering as he swelled inside her. “Oh, God! Just like that,” she bit out as he hammered inside her, nailing her G-spot every time he planted his cock within her body. “Harder!” she gasped, digging her nails in the tight muscles of his ass. “I need it harder!”
“Fuck, yes!” Devil snarled, swinging his hips freely as he plundered her pussy. “I’ve got what you need, baby,” he panted against her neck as he slipped a hand between them to rub her clit again.
“Mmmm, Devil, I can’t,” she whimpered, straining against him as he fucked her faster, his hips losing the rhythm he’d established. The pleasure was too acute to bear, and she hazily wondered if this was what dying felt like. He fucked her wildly now, and the headboard thudded loudly against the wall.
“Yes, you can,” he countered, dropping kisses against her throat as her pussy manacled his dick. “Give me another one, Molly. Come around my cock, baby, and send me over the edge. I wanna feel that pussy go liquid for me,” he growled, biting the column of her neck as she convulsed aroun
d his dick.
The most intense pleasure Molly had ever experienced flooded her as Devil grunted against her cheek. “DevilDevilDevilDevil!” She chanted his name like a prayer as he pounded inside her.
“Fuck, yes! Give it to me, baby!” he praised roughly as his own bliss began to suffuse him. His balls tingled, drawing tight as he lost control. “Jesus! Molly, I’m gonna come, baby!” he rasped as the first jet of his semen spilled into her body. Long furious bursts of his essence followed as her pussy began to spasm around his dick. “God, I love you,” he groaned, the words wrenched from his lips as he filled her. “My beautiful Molly!”
Molly’s arms enfolded Devil as he collapsed against her, his warm weight surrounding her. His breath fell in huge gusts against her neck. Combing her fingers through his hair, she smiled weakly when he turned his head toward her. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice barely there.
Covering her lips in a tender kiss, he met her eyes. “I love you, sweetheart.” Pushing up on his elbow, he took some of his weight off her. “I lost control at the end. Tell me I didn’t hurt you,” he demanded quickly, running his hand down her cheek and over her body.
“No,” Molly denied softly. “You could never hurt me, out of control or not. I love the way you love me, Devil, no matter how it happens. Soft and sweet or hard and fast, it doesn’t matter. You give me everything I ever wanted.”
Releasing a relieved breath, he pulled gently out of her body, grinning at the dissatisfied mew that she made. “I’m too heavy for you, sweetheart.” Rolling to his side, he pulled her against him and smiled when she automatically curved herself against his body like the well-loved woman she was. Burying his face in her neck, Devil inhaled deeply. “I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy, Molly.”
“Me either,” Molly admitted with a contented sigh. “I just hope we always stay this way.”
“Darlin’, I can guarantee you that your Devil will always keep things sizzling, and I don’t ever plan on letting you go.”
Molly grinned. “Sizzling, huh? Does that mean that we’re gonna be caught in the wildfire?”
“Damn straight.” Devil returned with a smile of his own, tightening his arms around her. “With no chance for escape.”
“Lucky for you, I like the fire you’ve set around me, Devil. I think this might be one trap that I’ve got no interest in escaping.” Lifting her head, she stared into his eyes. “Just promise me that you’ll always stay in the middle of the inferno with me.”
“Always, Molly,” he vowed, cupping her cheek and kissing her long and slow.
Relaxing into his safe arms, Molly let her mind drift. This man had made her the Devil’s bride and ensnared her in the binding ties of love and commitment.
Happy now, she realized that this bonfire was exactly where she wanted to stay.
Forever.
Sizzle: Chapter Sixty-One
Almost a year later, give or take a month or so
Happy birthday to me…
He hummed quietly to himself as he shifted his large body, trying to find some kind of comfortable position in the unforgiving chair at the side of Molly’s bed, all the while keeping one eye on the miracle to his right.
A few years ago, if somebody had asked Devil Delancy how he thought he’d be celebrating this much bemoaned birthday, his current position was certainly not what he would have anticipated. Chuckling softly to himself, he shook his head. Not even close. In fact, his current location was the last place the man he’d used to be would have ever expected to be now.
Not that he was complaining about his accommodations now. Fuck, no. He was exactly where he wanted to be.
While celebrating this milestone with fatherhood at age forty wasn’t something the old Devil would have ever been able to believe (or stomach, for that matter), the new Devil was thrilled to have this chance. After all, Molly had delivered him one hell of a birthday present.
Sure, he’d spent the last nineteen hours alternately being fluently cursed for his very existence, painfully threatened with castration, and openly chastised for his lack of control in the bedroom by his exhausted but beautiful wife as she labored to bring their child into the world. But he couldn’t say he was disappointed with the results, he thought with a satisfied look at the sleeping cherub inside the little bassinet next to the hospital bed.
Nope, he felt like he’d just won the lottery, and the sleeping angel (or mini-minion, as his wife’s best friend, Sami, called her) was the prize of a lifetime. Little Devlynn Kathleen Delancy was the culmination of every dream he’d ever had. Named for their beloved Nana – the woman responsible for pushing her parents together - little Dev was an unquestioned beauty. A healthy seven pounds, she had Molly’s creamy complexion and red hair and Devil’s striking blue eyes. She was a true combination of both her mother and father.
And he had his wife to thank for that, he thought silently as he transferred his adoring gaze from his daughter to her mother. Eyes closed, Molly’s pale skin glowed in the dim light, although a hint of color was returning to her wan cheeks. It had been a hard labor, but his wife had stepped up to the challenge of bringing their child into the world with her usual grace and aplomb – meaning she’d cursed every man with a beating heart who’d gotten within a three-foot radius of her to the depths of hell for the length of her labor and nearly crushed his hand every time she’d endured a contraction. At the height of her agony, she’d labeled him a soulless monster who had maliciously impregnated her with his spawn, a la Rosemary’s Baby. She’d gone on to share a vividly detailed description of how she’d be making him pay for that sin that had involved the words duct tape, battery acid, and pliers.
Needless to say, he’d learned the hard way that it was ill-advised to attempt to reason with a woman in the throes of childbirth. When cornered, she’ll bite, he silently chuckled with a rueful look down at the distinct teeth marks on top of his hand.
Shrugging to himself, he knew that any scars would be a tiny price to play for the lifelong joy Molly had given him. His eyes drifted over his wife’s quiet, sleeping form and lingered on the tee shirt she wore over her still-swollen belly. She’d been wearing the now-faded red shirt for months, the white words faint but readable... “The Devil Made Me Do It.” He’d had it made and given it to her the day after she’d told him she was having their baby, and she’d worn it to bed almost every night since. She’d insisted they pack it for the hospital, and even exhausted, Molly had insisted on changing into it a few hours ago.
Unable to resist touching the woman that had given him everything that meant anything to him, he leaned forward to brush the backs of his fingers against her soft cheek. He smiled when she snuffled in her sleep and pressed her cheek against his hand. That was his Molly – always responsive – even dead-on-her-feet tired. She never missed an opportunity to revel in his touch; even unconscious, she gravitated toward him. It was one of the countless ways that he always knew without a word spoken between them that she belonged to him and always would.
He could watch her for hours, but the faint disgruntled whimpers coming from his right caught his attention quickly. Pushing out of the chair, he quickly moved to his daughter’s side and gazed down at her with rapt attention. The baby’s face was scrunched up into an unhappy expression that couldn’t be missed, but it was the tiny fists flailing above her head that pulled a low chuckle from him. Yes, his theory that Devlynn would have her Momma’s mercurial temperament was definitely on its way to being proven as the infant began an unhappy tantrum.
“Hey, now,” Devil soothed, sliding one hand beneath his little girl’s head and the other curling around her bottom before lifting her against his chest, “What’s the problem here, Princess?” He knew she had a dry diaper, but it was possible she was hungry. The nurse had said the child would let her mother know when she was ready for a meal. He assumed this is what it looked like when Devlynn Kathleen Delancy wished to dine on demand. Carrying his baby to Molly’s side, he watched a
s his wife’s eyelids fluttered before opening fully.
“Devil?” Molly whispered, lifting her head and blinking away sleep. “Is she okay?” she asked worriedly, already holding her arms out for their baby in a picture of motherly devotion. He’d known from the second Molly told him that he was going to be a daddy that even if he had his doubts about being a good parent, Molly would more than make up for his shortcomings. The look she wore on her face only verified what he’d known all along.
Molly Delancy was going to make his child one hell of a mother.
Devil smiled serenely, gently bouncing his whimpering daughter in his arms. “Hungry, I think. She’s unimpressed that I don’t have the equipment she needs.”
Lifting her shirt with one hand, Molly unlatched her nursing bra as Devil waited with their little girl. Gesturing for the baby, she murmured, “Okay, I’m ready.”
“Want me to get that lactation nurse?” Devil asked, settling their baby in the cradle of Molly’s arms.
“Let me try first,” Molly whispered, nudging her dusky nipple against the baby’s mouth. Gasping as her daughter’s lips parted and latched on, she smiled radiantly. “She’s doing it, Devil,” Molly breathed, lifting her excited eyes to her husband.
Fascinated, Devil watched Molly nurse their child, amazed by the sight. “I see,” he murmured, lifting a hand to run his fingers over Molly’s hair as she settled back against the pillows.
After a few minutes of watching their daughter suckle, Molly shifted her attention back to her husband. “So, what time is it?” she asked, glancing around the room. “Did everybody leave?”
Devil nodded without taking his eyes off their baby, hypnotized by the sight of her little bow mouth tugging at her momma’s breast. “Sami and Vivian left about an hour ago. Vivian was barely holding her head up. Evidently, making partner in her law firm is almost as exhausting as giving birth. She looked on the verge of collapse. Sami almost had to carry her out of here, I think. And Armando wasn’t far behind them. He said something about Nick and him meeting with their wedding planner tonight. Honest to God, I tuned out after he started debating the merits of orchids versus roses. I’m telling you, babe, that wedding is going off the rails. With my luck, those two are going to have me in a sky blue tuxedo with ruffles while singing them down the aisle to a rousing rendition of Copacabana before it’s done.”
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