Page 40 of Love After Darkness


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Once we do this, there's no going back. Not physically, not mentally. None of it.

I’m not at all prepared when I step forward and run my arms down the sides of her abdomen, cupping her waist, loving the way she shivers. She’s so small compared to me that I can almost touch my fingers together around her. Almost. Her nipples pebble beneath the bra, and I splay my fingers over her ribcage before hooking a thumb into her panties to tease her.

She reaches for my dick, and I stop her, holding her in place with her palm flat on my front.

“You won’t let me touch you?”

I shake my head. “Not tonight.” My terms, I remind myself. My terms and my house and my time to be bad.

I lift my hand to her clavicle and gently push her so that her knees knock against the mattress, and Aria goes down, still staring at me.

“You want to play like you’re good,” I tell her, lowering my hand to my crotch and flicking open the zipper. “Well, tonight, you can be a good girl forme.” Only me.

She licks her lips, glancing down at my hand over my cock.

“You want me to suck you off again?” she wants to know.

I slide one hand through her soft red hair, moving my mouth down along the column of her throat, tasting her. She moans against me, and the sound sends a jolt of electricity right down to my dick. “No, baby, no.” I see the shock of surprise on her face when I drop down beside her, erection still in my pants. “Ride me.”

She purrs, lifting her leg to sit astride me. “NowthatI can do.”

I cluck my tongue and keep her in place as I lay back and, once I’m there, tug her up my body.

“Ride myface, Aria.” My lips curve in a smile, doing my best to ignore the faint outline of bruises on her neck and hips. “I want to memorize your taste.”

Her eyes have gone from circular to narrow, scrutinizing me, her head tilted to the side in a way that made me wish to be more flexible. Just so that I could nip the area. “I’m not sure what you mean. I thought you wanted to get off.”

“I wantyouto get off.”

I pull at her, insistent, until she finally reaches forward to grab the headboard, positioning herself so that her legs are on either side of my head, bringing my face in direct line with her dripping pussy. She’s soaked through her panties all the way, and moisture tails the curve of her legs.

I peel the material to the side, staring at her before using my hands to angle her, and slide my tongue between her folds, flicking her clit so that she jumps.

“You don’t have to do—” she starts.

I growl against her and suck her folds into my mouth. “Shut up, Aria. Ride my face until you moan and come all over me.”

Something about the statement has her stilling, and I get to work, spearing her entrance gently with the tip of my tongue. She tastes better than anything or anyone else. Musky and sweet and delicious in a way that I have a gut feeling I’ll never tire of. My cock strains against my pants in a bid to bury myself in her sweet heat, but I keep myself back. Working at her until her breath comes in shallow little pants, and she starts to arch.

“Go harder,” I tell her.

She starts to grind herself against my face, the movement of her body threatening to cut off my air, and I love every second of it. I could die a happy man right now. I latch my mouth over her swollen clit and flick my tongue in circles around her, sucking at her until I’m ready to blow myself. A raspy growl burns the back of my throat, and I close my eyes.

My god, it’s good. So damn good to surrender to my desire. To feel alive in a way I haven’t felt in too long to count.

Except—

My house, my terms.

“Are you close?” I ask her, circling her clit, biting down on the swollen nub just hard enough to have her shiver.

“I’m so close,” she whispers. “But I’m going to come. I can’t—” I open my eyes in time to see her biting down on her lip, cutting off whatever else she wants to say.

“Not yet, you’re not. You will, though.”

I push her off, her body falling to the side. Her hair is wild when I manage to get a good look at her, her expression the same and a little indignant. “What the hell, Devan?”

She’s on her back, and I push her legs open, palming her, playing with her with my fingers until she zips her lips again.

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