Page 378 of Devil’s Disciples

I reached for his hand. Instead of helping me to my feet, like I imagined, he pulled me into him.

We collided. In more ways than one. My chest came to a rest against his. It was the collision of our lips, however, that shocked me stupid. It wasn’t at all what I was expecting.

Although sex was something that I’d shared with other men, kissing wasn’t. By choice, I’d kissed very few people—primarily during high school.

Taken by complete surprise—and feeling self-conscious of my abilities—I accepted the kiss and kissed him in return. All in all, he must have been pleased because we kissed until I was weak-kneed, and my panties were—once again—ruined.

The kiss took me to somewhere distant and unfamiliar. A place where my heart felt full and my mind cared about nothing but the moment in which I was living. In that special place, teetering back and forth on my tip-toes, I kissed him until our souls became one.

Our lips parted. Dumbstruck, I gazed into his eyes.

“I liked that,” he said. “It was nice.”

“I really liked it,” I murmured. “You surprised me.”

“I surprised myself. I never thought…I didn’t think,” he stammered. “I doubted we’d reach this point.”

I wiped my lips with my index finger. “Which point is that?”

“The point where I never want you to leave,” he said.

It was my second major surprise of the evening. I fought against the smile that my mouth was curling into. “Is that where you are right now? Never wanting me to leave?”

He swallowed hard. “I think so.”

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Goose

I wanted to be covered in her scent. Feel her skin pressed against mine. To have it her never-ending quick-witted rambling be a part of my day-to-day life. To enjoy the pleasure of absorbing her beauty at will.

It’s been said that a way to a man’s heart was through feeding him.

A way to a woman’s heart was by feeding her as well.

Feeding her dick.

There were more positions and methods for me to fuck Ally than could be counted. There was only one way to fuck her that would cause her to feel in her heart what I felt in mine.

Turtle sex.

Slow and steady wins the race.

I traced my fingertip around the areola of her nipple, admiring the contour of her perfectly sculpted breasts. Holding her anxious gaze, I lowered my mouth to the jasmine-infused skin of her neck and kissed it lightly.

She tensed at the gesture.

With one hand still teasing her nipple, I continued to kiss her, my mouth traveling along her neck—kiss by kiss—until I reached her clavicle.

I dragged my teeth along the thin skin that covered the bone. Her body shuddered. My lips came to a rest, replacing the fingertip that had teased her nipple to a state of arousal.

I encompassed her hardened nipple with my lips, sucking it with care. Her hips reacted, grinding against my leg with the rhythm of a dancer.

“I want you,” she breathed.

Without looking up, I touched my index finger to her lips.

I moved my mouth to the other breast.