Page 103 of Keeping a Warrior

The aftershocks still rocketing through him, Rhys yanked her close. “Was I too rough?” he whispered, an agony of guilt warring with satiation. “I’m sorry.”

She stopped his words with her lips, the salty taste of them dark, thrilling. “I like it rough.”

“But—”

Devon wound her arms around Rhys’s neck and stroked his nape with her thumb. “I told you what my hard limits were. Fucking my mouth isn’t one of them. Smacking my ass till it turns red isn’t one of them.”

At the visual, renewed heat pooled in Rhys’s belly. He gulped.

She noticed, her lips quirking. “I’ve learned to be very vocal about my needs, and if something isn’t working for me, I’ll tell you. The difference between you and other guys is that I know you’ll listen.”

Rhys buried his face in her sweet-smelling hair, and they clung together for long minutes, kissing, nuzzling, hands roaming.

At last Rhys pulled back and gazed down into her heavy-lidded, slumberous eyes. He brushed his lips over the tip of her nose, then gave her bottom a slap.

“Get on the bed.”

Devon’s pulse skipped and started to race. Her ass cheek stinging deliciously, she backed toward the queen-sized bed.

“How do you want me?” she purred, biting her lip against a smile when Rhys grunted, “I want you to—show me your...”

He trailed off, cheeks turning bright red at his failed attempt at dirty talk.

“Mmm.” Devon gracefully arranged herself in the middle of the bed and let her knees fall to the sides. “Like this?”

Swallowing visibly, Rhys glued his eyes to her freshly trimmed pussy.

His slack-jawed admiration gave Devon a much-needed ego boost and, feeling feminine and powerful, she held her hand out to him. “Come here, baby,” she murmured. “I need you.”

The bed dipped as he joined her on it. Propping himself up on one elbow next to her, Rhys splayed his palm low on her stomach, hesitated, then slid two fingers down into her slickness.

“Ohhh.” Devon arched her back when he grazed her clit, her nipples stiffening at the zing of sensation. “Don’t stop.”

He dipped his head to kiss her while he explored and played, until Devon was gasping against his lips. “Please...”

Mouthing his way down her body, Rhys left fire in his wake, his tiny sucking nibbles making her writhe.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, at last settling himself between her widespread legs. He drifted his lips along one inner thigh. “So soft. You smell so good.”

Parting her folds with his thumbs, he licked her gently, and she reached down to comb her fingers through his hair. “A little harder this time,” she encouraged him.

In the next instant she was yelping. “Not that hard! Ow!”

He dropped his forehead to her belly and groaned. “Sorry. It’s been a while.”

Shaking with laughter, Devon gave a gentle tug on his hair. “Try again. No teeth, lots of tongue.”

Rhys brushed an apologetic kiss over her abused clit before spreading her wide once more. His first licks were light, tentative, but as Devon’s enjoyment grew, so did his confidence. The hot, wet swirls soon had her moaning, her hips moving restlessly.

“That’s it,” she panted, fingertips resting on the back of his head. “Feels amazing, Rhys.”

“Tastes amazing,” he growled in response, flicking the tip of his tongue hard over the swollen bud, again and again. “You’re so wet for me. I can’t wait to bury myself inside you.”

His words, the moist inner lining of his lips as he sucked on her, the lashing of his tongue, kicked Devon over the edge. She arched up into his mouth with a cry of his name, fingers of one hand tangled in his hair, the other clenched in the sheets over her head.

Rhys didn’t let up as the wave of pleasure crested, pushing her higher, until she shattered again, only to fall back into the mattress, limp and panting. He rested his cheek on her quivering thigh, eyes closed, his palm splayed over her belly.

Combing her fingers through his hair, Devon fought back tears.