Page 112 of The Devil We Crave
Fear sparks in her face. “Really?”
My shoulders lift. “I wasn’t going to have anything between me and what was mine.”
She stares at me. “What was yours?” she echoes quietly.
“It still is. It remains mine.”
She frowns. “I wasn’t emphasizing the tense in that sentence. I’m confused why you thinkanyof me isyour?—”
Yelena gasps sharply as I eradicate the distance between us, her hair at her nape suddenly wrapped around my fist and our foreheads touching.
“The reason, little prey, that Iknow…not think…that your pussy, your mouth, your ass, and literally every other single square inch of you is mine, is thatI claimed them.”
I almost expect a surge of that indignation that I have come to realize I really like. That fierce little fire in her.
But instead she blushes, biting her lower lip as her eyes sparkle into mine.
She knows I’m right.
Good.
“You licked it, so it’s yours?” she says sarcastically, heat staining her cheeks as she pulls back a little.
I smile, slowly running my tongue over my lips.
Yelena drops her gaze down her body as she pulls away the t-shirt covering her pussy. Her mouth opens a little wider before her eyes suddenly snap to mine.
“Did you go down on me while I was asleep?” she chokes.
“Waking you up seemed like a dickhead move.”
She stares at me, her brow knit. “But performing oral sex on me while I was unconsciouswasn’t?!”
“Correct. And you’re welcome.”
She looks like shewantsto be angrier than she actually is. I can see the clash warring in her eyes before she bites her lip again to hide the little grin there as she turns away.
“That’s…really fucked up.”
“Is it?”
She glances back at me. “What do you meanis it? You did that while I couldn’t?—”
“I mean, given the context,” I growl, crawling over her again.
My hand slides back into her hair, gathering it around my fist. My other hand lands possessively on her hip, my fingers spreading across her warm, soft skin as I drag my teeth up her throat, groaning.
“W-what context,” she breathes, her breath coming haltingly.
“The context of everything that came before it,” I murmur against her delicate skin, nipping it slightly and making her jump. “The context of chasing you through the woods. The context of burying my cock in your virgin pussy and fucking you while you were halfway over a cliff with a knife to your throat.”
Yelenawhimpers, her breath catching sharply as I whisper my lips over hers.
“I… I suppose you're right,” she says softly, shuddering against me as I pull her against my body. Her nipples tighten and drag across my chest, her fingertips trace up my biceps.
Then she stops. “I have to pee.”
I nod, standing and reaching down to help her up from the ground. She starts to walk toward the bathrooms but then turns back to me. Before I know what’s happening, she’s sliding into my arms and pressing her body to mine as she stands on her tiptoes and kisses me.
