“More than my life, Molly.”
Molly’s throat clogged with emotion as she stared at the brilliant ring he offered her once again. All the pieces of her life were finally sliding into place. Everything she’d ever wanted hovered in front of her. All she had to do was reach for it. For him.
“I love you, too, Devil. And yes, I want to marry you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.”
“Thank Christ,” Devil muttered, sliding the ring back on Molly’s hand with trembling fingers before reaching for her face, seizing it between his palms and pulling her lips to his.
“Tell me the no sex before marriage clause is off the table, Molly” Devil demanded between deep dizzying kisses that left Molly breathless. “I need you,” he whispered, sliding a hand down her neck to find one firm breast. “I need to be inside you again, sweetheart,” he whispered, sliding his hand to the hem of her soft, worn t-shirt and pushing it out of the way so that he could explore her smooth flesh.
“Way, way off the table,” she mumbled against his mouth, her fingers desperately twisting the buttons of his shirt as she tried to get to his chest.
“Fuck it,” Devil growled, pushing away from her long enough to reach a hand behind him and grip his dress shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side.
Molly followed his lead, tugging her own cotton tee over her head as he pushed his expensive slacks off his lean hips. Licking her lips when he finally stood naked beside the bed, she came to her knees, reaching a hand out to stroke the firm muscles on his chest.
He was hers. Just hers. If she’d doubted it before, the way he reacted when her hand slid possessively over him confirmed it. His lean muscles jumped beneath her light touch and he covered her hands, pushing them more firmly against his skin.
“You scared the shit out of me today, Molly,” Devil murmured as one hand buried in her hair and guided her face toward his. “Don’t you ever run away from me again. No matter how bad you think it is, you stay. You fight with me. Scream at me. Throw things at me. I don’t give a fuck. But, under no circumstances, do you run from me again,” he ordered, tightening his fingers in her hair until she met his eyes.
Molly’s eyes were wide as she nodded at him, the motion tugging the tangled strands between his fingers almost painfully.
“Say it,” he demanded huskily, his hard face unyielding as he held her eyes. “Say you won’t run again.”
“I won’t. I won’t run again,” she promised huskily, leaning forward to press a kiss to the skin just above his heart. Lifting her eyes to his, she smiled darkly. “Next time a buxom bombshell lands in your office and intimates that she’ll be sharing your bed, I’ll shoot you.”
“Fine,” Devil agreed, hooking a hand around her neck to draw her body against his. “I can live with the idea of you putting a bullet in me; I can’t live with being terrified that you’ll slip through my fingers. Give me a choice between the two, and I’ll happily opt for the bullet. And for the record, the only bombshell that will be in my bed until death parts us will be this redheaded vixen with amazing green eyes and more sass than sense. Now, do me a favor and put that mouth to use doing something a little more pleasurable than threatening me, darlin’,” he invited silkily.
“Something like this?” Molly purred, bending her head to curl her wet tongue around the head of his cock before pulling it between her lips and sucking lightly.
Chapter Fifty-Five
“Body of an angel and the lips of a demon,” Devil groaned as the wet heat of Molly’s mouth encased him, her wicked tongue dragging over the sensitive slope of his dick. He tightened restless hands in her hair and groaned deeply as her mouth sank over him.
Devil was a man that had always prided himself on his self-control; Molly was quickly proving to him that restraint was overrated. And when her sweet lips molded to his cock, he abandoned himself to the sensations she created and fucked her mouth with long, deep strokes that had her surprised emerald eyes lifting to meet his. “That’s it, baby,” he praised, cupping the sides of her head with his hands and holding her steady as he thrust in and out of her scorching mouth. “Open for me. You can take me.”
Molly’s hands lifted to brace against his churning hips and she relaxed her throat, moaning around him. She could feel the reins of his control loosening. The evidence was in the desperate glint in his eyes and the rough, primal sounds that escaped his parted lips. Cupping one hand around his swollen sacs, she gently twisted and squeezed, earning another grunt of pleasure from him.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Devil groaned, locking his knees as her delicate hands stroked the heavy weight of his testicles and his body tightened in anticipation. Christ, he was like a fucking addict that needed his next fix, and Molly had become his drug of choice. “Enough,” he managed to choke when the pleasure became so intense he knew that if he didn’t force himself to stop, this would be an incredibly short interlude between them.
Whimpering when Devil stumbled back a step and pulled his cock from between her hungry lips, Molly frowned. “I wasn’t done,” she pouted, reaching for him again only to find her wrist captured in his intractable hand.
“I almost was,” Devil replied with a rueful grin. “You’ve got a hot, greedy little mouth and I love it, but I want this to last. We’re going nice and slow this evening.”
“Hard and fast first, then we can do it again your way later,” Molly bargained, her eyes twinkling as Devil’s hand found her hip and eased her backward on the bed.
“My way involves soft and slow, darlin’,” Devil promised, his voice deep and seductive as he trailed a finger down her cheek. “Hard and fast are definitely possibilities for later, though.”
“Devil,” Molly growled, reaching for his cock with other hand, “I want to play.”
Hooking his hands around the back of her firm thighs, Devil jerked suddenly and toppled Molly onto her back, watching as her body bounced enticingly against the mattress. “Oh, baby, so do I,” he vowed in a dark voice as he watched her breasts blush and darken. “Now,” he began, reaching for the elastic of the cute blue boxer shorts she wore and peeling them down her long legs, “you’ve already proven that you’re a goddess on your knees, Molly, but it’s my turn to worship at your altar, don’t you think?” he asked, relishing her needy moan as he trailed his thumb up and down her slippery folds.
A thrill of excitement coursed through Molly’s body as she watched Devil’s eyes wander over her body. Wriggling deeper into the bed, her breath caught as he licked his lips. “Devil,” she whispered tremulously, “What are you thinking?”
Planting one knee on the bed beside Molly’s leg, Devil’s eyes drifted over Molly’s eager, flushed face. “I’m thinking that I’m hungry, darlin’,” he replied, leaning forward to drop a kiss against her quivering belly. “In fact,” he murmured, painting a wet trail up her torso to her breast with his tongue, “I’m starved. I’ve got a taste for the ripest, sweetest, plumpest breasts in the world.”
Molly inhaled deeply as his warm tongue swept against her tight nipple, toying with the hard nub before pulling it between his lips and suckling ravenously. Every pull of his lips tightened the invisible strings that led to her pussy, heating her body and making her wet between her legs.
Devil’s lips kissed a path to the opposite breast. Capturing the pebbled nub with his teeth, he tugged sharply and pulled a breathy moan from Molly. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked before snaring the nipple again in a gentle bite. “That slight hint of pain? It makes the pleasure sharper, doesn’t it?” he whispered licking her breast with a damp swipe of his tongue.
“Y-yes.” Molly nodded against the pillow behind her head, watching as Devil’s mouth descended again, this time nipping her other throbbing nipple. The pleasure was intense now… an ache that left her hollow and needy as her legs rubbed restlessly together in an effort to relieve the emptiness. “Do it again, please,” she whimpered, arching her back and pushi
ng her nipple toward his moist lips.
“So perfect, Molly,” Devil muttered, brushing his thumb against her swollen nipple as he watched her milky breasts straining against his hand. “You’re a fucking miracle, sweetheart. My miracle… and I don’t know how I got this lucky.” Bending his head, he sucked one raspberry tip between his lips, circling his tongue around the peak before worrying it with his teeth.
“Oh, God, yes,” Molly moaned as her hands drifted over his neck, urging him closer. “Don’t stop,” she begged as her core pulsed, growing slicker as her juices slid down her thighs. She was going to come from this alone, she thought. She was going to fly into a million pieces just from the feel of his lips against her breasts.
Sliding one hand between Molly’s legs, he growled when he found her slick and wet and wanting. He lifted his head to whisper against her lips, “Fucking drenched for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Mmm, yes,” Molly gasped as his finger grazed her clit. “I need you, Devil.”
“You’ll have me, baby. You’ll always have me. For as long as I live, I’m only yours,” Devil murmured before he nipped her full lower lip. “First, though, I need a taste of that dripping honey. I’m going to eat your beautiful pussy, and then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast just the way you wanted, Molly,” he promised between deep, wet kisses.
Molly writhed beneath him as he kissed his way back down her body, curling a warm palm behind each of her knees. His warm, loving words inflamed her heart, body and mind, and she was desperate to be possessed by him in whatever way he’d take her.
“Spread for me, baby,” he demanded in a dark, insistent voice edged with desire, nudging her knees apart so he could kneel between them. Completely naked and vulnerable, Molly’s body glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration as she allowed him to ease her legs apart. “Jesus, Molly, you enslave me with this body,” he groaned, trailing his fingers from between her breasts to just above her mound. “So fucking gorgeous. Men fight wars to keep and hold this kind of beauty. They cheat and steal to possess it. They kill to keep it,” he breathed. “And you gave it all to me.”
Molly blinked as his praise washed over her. Men had whispered sweet words to her before… men would say almost anything to get laid. With Devil, however, she knew deep in her soul that he believed every word he spoke. He made her feel beautiful… desired. Wanted.
In his arms and under his lips, she belonged.
“You’re mine, Molly. Always only mine,” he whispered, running his hands along the smooth, alabaster flesh covering her thighs. “Say it.”
The warm breath cascading over her mound from his rough demand sent a tingle down her spine. There was something primal in his tone that called to the spirit within her. He needed her validation and she offered it freely. “Yours, Devil. Always only yours,” she swore in a soft, solemn voice. “The way I love you, I could never belong to anyone else, but I’m pretty sure that I’m going to implode if you don’t touch me soon.”
Urging one supple long leg over his shoulder, Devil brushed a soft kiss to the inside of one thigh. “Can’t have that,” he murmured as her musky scent teased his nose. “I adore this body too much to lose it now.” Using his thumbs, he gently parted the lips of her pussy, groaning at the sight of her pink, wet flesh. “Incredible,” he breathed, inhaling her unique scent as he stared down at the treasure he’d unearthed. “You’re all rosy and swollen for me, honey. Do you want my tongue, Molly?”
Molly pressed her head against the pillow and arched her hips restlessly. “Devil, please.” His husky chuckle against her abdomen made her want to pull his hair out.
“Please, what, darlin’?” Devil chuckled, dropping another kiss to her belly.
“Kiss me,” Molly demanded, growing impatient as she twisted beneath his weight.
“I have. I am,” Devil murmured, licking a slow, leisurely circle around her navel as she bucked against him. Damn, he loved her fiery spirit. He outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds and could easily subdue her, but that didn’t stop her from squirming beneath him as she pushed at his shoulders and demanded he ease the ache. When they were together like this, there was nothing shy or inhibited about her. She knew what she wanted and how she wanted it delivered and made sure he knew it, too.
He, however, knew what she needed. And that was a hell of a lot more important. He’d take care of her desires, always, but her needs…those would forever be his first priority.
Right now, she needed him to show her that he’d always give her body the release it craved in the way he believed she needed it. It had been an intensely emotional afternoon, and while wild and hot would satisfy both their bodies, Molly needed slow, steady and deliberate from him now. When he was done making love to her, he wanted her to feel like he was inside her skin on a molecular level. A raw, hard fuck wasn’t going to achieve that goal.
“Devil, now,” Molly whined as her nails dug half-moons in his shoulders, pushing ineffectually at him.
“Soon,” he whispered against the soft curls shielding her pussy. “We have all night, sweetheart and I’m not feeling a rush toward the finish line. Relax and trust me,” he urged, using his thumb to lightly trace a light circle around her swollen clit.
Hissing in air through her teeth at the barely-there touch to her aching core, Molly moaned. Every muscle in her body felt tight, and her thighs flexed where they rested over Devil’s shoulders. “I already trust you,” she panted. “And relaxing, at this point, is kinda impossible when you have your head between my legs and your mouth right where I need it to be. Well, almost,” she amended when his deep chuckles shook his shoulders.
“My mouthy Molly,” Devil murmured appreciatively, smiling up her body at her, silently recognizing that he’d never – no matter how long he lived – get enough of her or her attitude. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I’ll draw you a picture later,” Molly promised quickly, her eyes shining brightly as she stared at him. “For now, could you just drop your mouth about three inches?” she begged, biting her lip again when a deep laugh shook his body.
Yeah, her sassy mouth was one of the top three things he loved about her. There wasn’t any doubt about that. If he was truthful with himself, there wasn’t anything about her that he didn’t adore. Even when she was spitting, clawing mad, he found her irresistible. Hell, spitting and clawing mad was damn near intoxicating.
“Devil!” Molly shouted, her eyebrows drawing together as she glared down her naked body. “God gave you that mouth for something other than laughing at me, you know? Unless you’ve forgotten in your advanced years what to do with…argghhh!” she screeched, throwing her head back as his hot lips covered her slick folds and his tongue thrust forcefully into her. “Devil!” she moaned, burying her hands in his hair and gripping the silky strands.
Two fingers replaced his tongue as he looked up at her flushed face. “Believe me, baby, I haven’t forgotten a thing. In fact,” he murmured, dropping his mouth to lap at her straining clit, “There’s a few things I haven’t even shown you yet.” Curling his fingers and stroking her internal walls, he felt her channel convulse around his digits. “You’ve just got to learn patience,” he whispered, licking her clit again and savoring her sweet taste on his tongue.
Molly lifted her hips to meet the gentle intrusion of his fingers, trying to take them deeper inside her pussy and assuage the hollow ache. His tongue swirled around her pleasure button, lightly tapping it but never actually pushing it. It was a tease. A scorching hot, bitingly brilliant tease. “Oh, God,” she moaned, lifting one hand from his hair to grip the slats of the headboard behind her head while she pushed her hips from the bed and toward his face in a silent entreaty for more.
For what seemed like an eternity, he licked and nipped, sucked and sampled, giving her a hint of paradise but never actually let her enter into the Promised Land. And, dear Lord, it felt good. He’d made her body into a sensual playground, and it was obvious he intended to e
njoy the rides for as long as he could. Moaning as one hand lifted to capture her nipple, he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger while his tongue slid up and down her happy place, stopping just shy of her clit every time. The bastard seemed to be enjoying her frustration, keeping her right on the edge of sizzling agony.
“Devil, I swear to God, if you don’t stop torturing me, I will never wrap my lips around you again,” she threatened breathlessly as her hips churned desperately beneath his mouth. “Being married to me for an eternity with no blowjobs would suck, wouldn’t it? Or, not suck as the case may be.”
She liked to think it was the ‘no blowjobs for eternity’ rather than her desperate whine that finally got his attention. She ignored his dark chuckle and instead focused on the fact that his lips and tongue were finally paying attention to exactly the place she needed them to be. “Yes!” she gasped at the first wet slide of his tongue around her love button. “Oh, God! Yes!” she breathed again when that wicked tongue swirled first clockwise, then counter clockwise, delivering the perfect amount of friction.
“Sweet mother of mercy, YES!” she yelled when those deliciously firm lips of his tugged her swollen bud between his lips and sucked gently. She saw stars. And rainbows! And she was pretty sure she might have spotted a damn leprechaun cackling madly under that freaking rainbow as Devil’s mouth worked her with an expert touch while his long fingers surged and stroked inside her.
Using the thumb of the hand that had two fingers buried in her tight, wet body, Devil circled it around her clit as he lifted his head to watch her clenched face. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let me have it,” he urged deeply. “I want to watch it.”
Molly’s eyes closed tightly as the unbelievable sensations he was forcing on her intensified. Unlike most of the orgasms he’d given her, he’d built this one to heights she’d never known existed, and she was poised to fall into the abyss. It was exhilarating and scary and so very good that she was terrified she’d never be the same woman after it was over.
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