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"Never. Not fucking ever," he promises, cupping my cheek. His fingers slide across my face as if he knows how much it cost me to carry that weight. As if he knows how much it cost me to ask.
"You swear you aren't here to hurt my brother or the Diamond Kings?"
"On my life," he vows immediately.
I take a breath…and for the first time in my life, I consciously let something go.
"Then kiss me, Devil," I whisper, placing my heart into his hands. Placing my soul into his keeping. "Claim what's yours."
He groans and spears his hand into my hair, pulling me toward him. His mouth comes down on mine, his kiss sending my soul flying. I cling to his broad shoulders, getting lost in him and the way he holds me so tightly. This man doesn't kiss me like I'm delicate. Nor does he hold me like I'm breakable. He holds me, kisses me, consumes me as if he knows exactly how much I can take…as if I was made for him.
He groans and spears his hand into my hair, pulling me toward him. His mouth comes down on mine, his kiss sending my soul flying. I cling to his broad shoulders, getting lost in him and the way he holds me so tightly. This man doesn't kiss me like I'm delicate. Nor does he hold me like I'm breakable. He holds me, kisses me, consumes me as if he knows exactly how much I can take…as if I was made for him.
When we're forced to break apart to breathe, I bury my face in his throat, nipping along the underside of his jaw. He shoves his hands into the back of my pants, gripping my ass in both palms. The way he growls my name as he kneads my cheeks is so damn sexy to me.
The sudden urge to make him growl it louder strikes.
I nuzzle my face into his throat. And bite him hard enough to leave a mark.
He roars my name. His hunter's eyes snap to mine, lit with unholy fire. They're the last thing I see before I'm on my back on the bed with him on top of me. His weight presses me into the mattress, his hand holding my arms captive above my head.
I sob in ecstasy.
"You want me to fuck you through the floor, Jessie baby? Because you keep that shit up, that's exactly what's going to happen," he growls, his lips at my ear. He pulls the shell into his mouth, dragging it through his teeth.
"I want you."
"Then be a good girl and behave before I tie you up."
My whole body rises toward his, floating up from the bed as a powerful wave of desire hits me. I cry out in shock, panting. I want it. To be tied up and completely at his mercy. I want this man to ruin me for anyone else. I don't care what that says about me. I want it.
"Jesus," he mutters. "You want it, don't you?"
"Yes." I glare at him, defiant, daring. This is me, I think. This is what you do to me. This is what you've turned me into. You did this.
Satisfaction blazes in his eyes and I know he sees it. I know he's reading it…loving it. He wants me wild for him, holding no part of myself in reserve. He presses his lips to mine in a soft kiss and then peels himself from my body, rising to his feet.
I watch him intently as he drags his shirt up his body and yanks it over his head. He's beautiful in the same way a storm is beautiful. Powerful, fierce, dangerous…and painted with such ferocious intensity that some part of you recognizes that this is true divinity. This is no accident, no simple elemental process. God had a hand here. He knew what He was doing when He painted those clouds into the sky and tinged them green. He knew what He was doing with this man too.
He was crafting a warrior.
Devil's pants go next, each move deliberate as he tugs his zipper down and slowly reaches inside.
My legs cinch together, another bolt of lust going through me when he pulls his cock out. The broad head is engorged and wet. His thick shaft curves slightly toward his body, the veins along the underside thick and prominent.
"Get a good, long look, Jessie," he says, working himself roughly in one fist. "It'll be the first and last one you ever take."
"Oh, God," I groan.
"God? Nah, baby. In this bed, I'm our own personal devil. You want to moan for someone, you moan for me. You want to scream for someone, you scream for me." He releases his cock long enough to kick his pants free and then prowls toward me. "In this bed, your world begins and ends with me."
"Does yours begin and end with me?" I challenge.
"Every minute of the fucking day," he growls. The heat in his eyes tells me he means it. "Strip, baby. Let me see what belongs to me."
I gather my nerve and sit up, reaching for the hem of my shirt. He watches me just as intently as I watched him, his eyes not missing a thing as I pull it off over my head and drop it to the floor. My bra goes next.
"Jesus Christ," he mumbles, squeezing his shaft as wetness wells from the slit.
