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But Dev protected me delicately, with cunning and savvy and such nuance that he felt more like a partner than a protector. He made me happy, had me smiling and laughing and relaxed despite the situation I’d been put in. He somehow knew when I needed space, making excuses to leave me alone when I feltstifled, checking in with soft smiles instead of grating questions. Dev didn’t just keep me safe, he made me feel it.
And I hadn’t even thanked him for it. I’d thanked Wren and Ames for their help in the wedding, and thanked Alex for the new phone with anti-tracking software. Hell, I’d thanked Declan for forcing John to watch wedding shows. But I hadn’t thanked Dev, not once, since he dropped into my life.
I hadn’t thanked him for saving my life. Hadn’t thanked him for offering himself up in marriage to appease my father’s need for a bargain in blood. Or matrimony, in this case. I hadn’t thanked him for sharing his friends with me or offering up his home or decorating my bedroom to make me comfortable.
And with Wren’s words in my head and the memory of Dev’s lips on my skin, I couldn’t think of any other way to thank the man who’d changed my life so fully I could only hope he’d keep me around long enough to bask in it. Or at least, long enough to catch the person determined to have me killed.
I made a mental note to thank Ames and Wren as I unzipped my dress and allowed it to pool around my ankles, taking in what I had on underneath. I had only bought the set of lacy white lingerie at their insistence the day before, the two glasses of champagne I’d drunk at the bridal store dulling my good sense. It had looked presumptuous as I’d put it on this morning, the result of the decisions of a braver Rory than I was, and I’d told myself that Dev would likely never see it.
But now, under the cover of darkness, with his taste still on my lips and the feeling of his fingers still ghosting my skin, the lingerie felt like the best decision I’d made in ages. The silky material of the bra wrapped around my chest, smooth and cool against my skin, transitioning to a sheer lace in the cups, my taut nipples completely visible through the material. My underwear matched the bra, the coverage non-existent, since most of the material was the same sheer lace. The only thing holding thesmall scrap of fabric together were the two ribbons tied into bows that sat high on my hips.
I opened the door in a rush, before I could second-guess myself, Dev’s eyes meeting mine immediately as I stepped back into the bedroom.
“I thought,” I started, pushing forward despite the blush I felt crawling from my cheeks down my neck and toward my chest. Dev tracked the spread with his eyes, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, and my voice came out breathy as I finished my thought, “I thought I could thank you. For everything.”
Dev frowned, and my chest panged more at his expression than the inevitable rejection. But he didn’t turn me down. He just said, “I don’t want you to do this as a thank you.”
“How do you want me to do this, then?”
“Because you want to,” he said, a sad smile on his face, and I couldn’t bear anything but the grins I was so used to seeing on his lips. I stepped closer, kissing his chest through the fabric of the t-shirt he’d changed into. Once, twice, before I reached up on my toes, whispering into his ear.
“I want to,” I breathed, voice soft as I tried to infuse every ounce of want into my voice. “I -” I fumbled for a moment, trying to think of how to describe just how much I wanted this, wanted him. How I wanted more than a fuck on our wedding night, how I wanted every bit of him to belong to me the way I was already starting to belong to him.
But his mouth covered mine before I could say more, lips moving softly against mine. We weren’t rushed this time, surrounded by family and my father’s business associates, waiting for someone to make a move against me at our wedding. We had time for exploration, and Dev planned to take advantage of it, the intention clear in the leisure of his mouth’s movement against mine.
Dev’s mouth trailed across my jaw and up to my ear, sucking on my lobe before whispering in my ear, “This outfit is going to fucking kill me, baby. Tell me you bought it for me.”
“I bought it for you, for this,” the confession spilled from my mouth, a gasp escaping my lips as Dev’s fingers pinched my nipple, the pleasure so acute it was almost painful.
His lips followed shortly after, tonguing my nipples through the material of my bra until he grew impatient and tugged the material off. He lapped and nibbled at my chest, traced his tongue in a pattern I couldn’t discern across my collarbones, until my whimpers grew so desperate he took pity on me and nudged me back toward the bed.
“Like a fucking present, Red,” he murmured as he pulled the ribbons at my hips with his teeth, the sight of Dev between my legs enough to have me begging for more.
I barely felt the cool air on my pussy before Dev’s lips were covering it, his tongue lapping at me with smooth, steady strokes that made my hips buck off the bed. My fingers tangled in his black curls, my grip earning me a moan that I felt through my core.
Dev pulled back for a moment, grinning up at me from between my legs when I whimpered at the loss. But his words had my whimper turning into a moan, his voice gravelly as he said, “Ride my face, baby. Make yourself come.”
I didn’t need more encouragement, moving my hips until his tongue was right against my clit, pressing just where I needed it. His fingers joined in shortly afterward, the stretch of them making me gasp as I ground myself harder against his face. His arm came to wrap around my hips, keeping me from escaping his ministrations as he doubled his efforts, flicking his tongue in a beat that made me tremble, muscles tight.
And when he whispered, “Let me hear you,” I shattered. Dev’s name escaped my lips on a gasp, and I felt the curve of his lips against my skin in response.
He kissed down one thigh before switching to the other, his lips grazing back up toward the apex of my thighs. I shivered, sensitive, as he pressed kisses against my swollen sex, the tip of his tongue tracing my slit, dipping inside to taste the wetness there.
“Too much,” I said, waving him off, happy with the orgasm he’d wrangled from me with expert hands. And tongue.
Dev’s laugh was sharp, his voice dark as he told me, “You're not done.”
And then he was back between my legs, sucking my clit between his lips. He groaned as I gasped his name, his hips rocking against the bed while I continued riding his face. I had been wrung out, but all it took were Dev’s words and his tongue on my clit, thrusting into me, to get me close to the edge again, ready to come as many times as he wanted me to.
His fingers were rougher this time as he hooked them inside me, hitting a spot that made me scream as I came again, his name a litany between my lips. He kept fucking me with his fingers as he lifted his head, watching my face as I came, bliss on his face as if it brought him pleasure, too.
Just the look on his face almost had me coming again, the aftershocks making me pulse around his fingers still buried inside me. Dev groaned at the feeling, his head dipping back down between my legs, but he barely managed a lick before I had him by the hair, pulling his lips back up to mine.
Our teeth clashed as I kissed him, tongues tangling, the taste of me still on his lips. I didn’t bother to stop kissing him as I pulled his pants down, fumbling until I freed the erection that tented his sweatpants.
I was too eager to worry about looking desperate. I was desperate, two orgasms in and on the verge of begging him to fuck me, to finally ease the ache that had only grown over our weeks together. The ache that had only grown the longer I knew Dev, that I hadn’t been able to ignore since Wren had planted this idea in my head the day before. That had been in my head long before I admitted it to myself, before Wren had ever spoken the words.
Dev settled further between my thighs, his thumb finding my clit as he notched himself at my entrance.
