Page 28 of Wicked Shadows
“Absolutely,” she agreed. But sleep was the last thing she wanted.
The ride back to the hotel was quiet, each lost in their own thoughts of how the night would end. Or wouldn’t end. When he turned into the hotel drive, the lines separating the valet parking from self-parking loomed before them.
“Valet.” Her single-word instruction was enough to convince him.
They exited the car, and he escorted her into the lobby. With the bank of elevators in sight, she sensed his second thoughts were getting the better of him. She took his hand in hers and faked confidence she in no way felt.
“Come upstairs with me, Devon. Stay with me tonight.”
Without waiting for a reply, she pulled him toward the bank of elevators and pushed the call button. His hesitation had lasted a split second before they stepped onto the elevator. But once he relented after the doors closed, he gave her hope and reinforced her confidence. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, and there was no way in hell she’d let him back out on her after they stepped out of the elevator.
Holding his hand, she opened the door to her room and mentally noted how he hadn’t even attempted to release hers. With the door closed and locked behind them, she turned to face him, meeting his heated stare.
“You’re sure about this?” he asked, though she knew he still unsure.
"I've never been more positive of anything else in my life, Devon."
With a slight shake of his head, he stepped into her and took complete control of her body. “Then I should warn you first. This is my domain, and when we're in the bedroom, I'm in complete command."
Her lips parted with her sudden inhale, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes grew wider at his declaration. Waves of shock and excitement rolled through her. “Okay.” Her reply came out as a raspy whisper.
His blue eyes darkened to nearly black when he leaned in closer to her, a glint of realization sparkling before he masked it. “Have you ever done this before?”
She shook her head. “No.”
Devon hid his shock.
He remained her hero. After all the years apart, he couldn’t help but look out for her best interests. “I warned your brother to keep the guys away from you. I never thought I’d be one of those guys I warned him about. I’m not sure how he’d feel about this.”
“I guess this is where I should confess something to you.” She watched his expression for any subtle changes. “I always knew you’d be—” she air-quoted his words “—‘one of those guys.’” Elle searched his face and witnessed his expression soften before she spoke next. “And I don’t care what my brother thinks about it. This is my life.”
“Elle.” Her name on his lips signaled his surrender and issued a warning.
“Devon.”
A sudden passionate embrace had her in his arms, and their bodies melded together in perfect harmony. Their clothes disappeared, strewn in various places around the hotel room. She barely registered the sound of the condom package ripping open before he deftly rolled it onto his impressive length. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed, then placed her in the center before he covered her body with his own.
His deep, searing kisses branded her with a brush of his tongue, leaving his invisible mark and claiming her as his and only his. He rolled her onto her side and slid his finger along her slit, stroking the sensitive skin and dragging the moisture from her sex around her clit in a deliciously teasing movement. Her gasps filled the air as his murmurs filled her ears when his fingers filled her body. Her pleasure coated his hand when her body could no longer contain the intense sensations building from within.
His powerfully strong muscles expanded and contracted when he rolled back on top of her. His hips pushed forward, delightfully teasing her limits. She arched her back as he slid his manhood across her drenched opening. He hovered above her, waiting for her consent while he maintained eye contact. She nodded. Her gaze never left his; her certainty never faltered. Slowly, his long, thick cock slid into her, and he became acutely aware that he was her first. The twinge of pain she undoubtedly felt would soon get replaced with waves of pleasure. He’d make sure of that. Sweat-covered skin slid across sweat-covered skin, heating each other almost to the point of spontaneous combustion.
Their eyes remained locked as he surged into her, over and over, and a deeper connection passed between them. The knowledge they’d never be as they once were, along with the realization they both wanted more settled between them. He gripped her legs and drove into her until she screamed his name in ultimate bliss, and her body shook from the intensity.
When he asked if she'd ever done that before, he had referred to being submissive to another man in the bedroom. She’d answered truthfully, and that excited him more than he'd allow himself to show. But the moment he realized she'd never been with another man in any way, he knew he was in over his head. The way her body wrapped around his cock, tight and wet, snug and soft, feeling as if she was custom made to fit him.
She'd fallen asleep after their first time, but he couldn't sleep even if his life had depended on it. She lay beside him with the sheet pushed down to her waist and the moonlight streaming across her breasts. He watched her sleep for the first hour, holding on to his last shred of willpower to avoid waking her and taking her again. The cool breeze from the air conditioner drifted over her, causing her nipples to pebble.
That was the exact moment his resolve broke.
He leaned over and covered one of her firm peaks with his mouth, instantly warming her cold skin. One taste of her wasn't enough, and his careful ministrations turned to voracious feasting. He slid his hand down her stomach as her fingers weaved through his hair. His fingers crawled over her slit slowly at first, testing the tenderness of her sensitive tissues before delving deeply inside her.
She slid her other hand down and covered his. His immediate thought was she was stopping him because she was too sore. But she surprised him when she spread her legs and pushed his fingers inside her wetness. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and she moaned with pleasure.
“Mmm, that’s my girl,” he murmured in her ear. “You like that, don’t you?” He thrust two fingers into her while rubbing her clit with the callused pad of his thumb.
Her fingers gripped his hair as she rode his hand, the waves of ecstasy rippling through her body. He slid down and settled between her legs. His mouth teased her clit with more pleasure than she'd ever known. When his warm tongue laved her from bottom to top, the pleasure dragged her over the edge, past the point of no return, and her body shook from the intensity of it.
After lapping up every last bit of her essence, he crawled up her body until his cock was poised at her still wet entrance. “Are you ready for me, Elle?”
