Page 71 of Ravaged By a Devil

She isn't shrinking away from the monster. She’s pulling it closer.

Slowly, the tension coiled deep in my chest begins to snap, unraveling under the gentle insistence of her mouth. I let out a low, ragged growl against her lips and yield, melting entirely into the kiss.

My hands find her waist, my fingers digging into her sides as I drag her flush against my chest—deepening the kiss, drowning out the darkness in my head with the pure, overwhelming heat of her.

"I need you," I whisper against her mouth.

Alexis frames my face in her hands, her eyes shining with absolute certainty. "Take me, Cain."

A dark curse slips past my teeth, pulled straight from the raw hunger tearing through me. In one fluid motion, I slide my arms beneath her and lift her straight off the counter. She wraps her legs around my waist, clinging to me as I carry her out of the kitchen and back into the bedroom.

I set her down on the edge of the bed as if she were made of glass, though my hands are trembling again—not from restraint, but from reverence.

I reach around her, my fingers finding the delicate pull of her zipper. I slide it down slowly, the sound low and deliberate in the quiet room. Carefully, I peel the fabric down over her shoulders, uncovering her skin inch by inch, tasting every breath she exhales against my neck.

When the dress pools at her waist, Alexis gently pulls back from the kiss. A soft, breathless smile touches her lips—an expression so open, so completely unguarded, it completely undoes me.

Her fingers brush against the hem of my shirt. I lift my arms as she pulls it up over my head, tossing it aside. Then her hands move to the button of my pants, deftly easing the fabric down my hips until there is nothing left between us.

I gather her into my arms and pull her down onto the mattress. We hold each other in the quiet dark, our hearts hammering a joint rhythm against our ribs, skin against skin, anchoring us both to the only truth that matters.

Alexis tilts her head back, her breathing shallow as her hips move instinctively against mine. "I need to feel you inside me, Cain. Right now."

My jaw tightens as the raw, aching desire hits me straight in the chest. "I want you so fucking bad," I rasp, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her damp forehead. "I haven't been able to think about anything else. Not for days. Not since the second I saw you."

A soft, breathless laugh bubbles up from her throat, her eyes glinting in the dim light. "Is that why you were at The Blackwood today?"

"Yes," I confess, my thumb tracing the swell of her lip.

I reach sideways, stretching toward the nightstand to pull open the top drawer, but Alexis gently catches my wrist. She shakes her head, her gaze steady and warm. "I'm on the pill, Cain."

A sudden, fierce hit of unadulterated lust bursts through my veins, hot and demanding. I look down at her, double-checking, needing her to be sure. "I'm clean," I grind out, my voice thick and low.

She nods, her fingers tightening on my wrist before sliding down to rest over my heart.

I slip my hand down between our bodies, guiding my touch over the curve of her hip, down the smooth line of her thigh, and back up to where her heat radiates against my palm. When my fingers slide lower, finding her already slick and dripping for me, a low, guttural sound escapes my throat.

"Fuck, Alexis," I whisper against her lips, slipping one finger deep inside her, feeling the exquisite, velvet squeeze of her body welcoming me. "Look at you. So wet for me... so soft. You're driving me fucking out of my mind."

She arches into my hand with a soft gasp, and I press closer, my chest heavy against hers as I slick my thumb over her clit, drinking in every ragged breath she takes.

"You're so tight, baby," I rumble against her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin above her collarbone. "I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to fill you up until you forget every damn thing except how good this feels."

"Please," she whimpers, arching her back, her fingers tangled tightly in the sheets.

I ignore her plea, choosing instead to torture her with an agonizingly slow pace. I pump my finger in and out of her, sliding deep before drawing back until I'm barely touching her, driving her out of her mind with the steady rhythm of my hand.

Her hips rise to chase the warmth of my touch, each breath coming faster, her skin slick and flushed beneath mine.

Then her hand snakes down between us, her warm fingers wrapping around my jutting hard length.

The sudden, searing sensation of her grip breaks my thread of control. An animalistic growl tears from my chest. I instantly pull my hand away from her center, grabbing her wrist and pinning it lightly beside her head.

Before she can even draw another breath, I align myself at her entrance and thrust all the way inside her in one long, uncompromising push.

Alexis gasps, her throat arching back as she cries out my name—a sharp, breathless sound that echoes off the quiet walls.

I freeze for one agonizing second, fully embedded within her warmth, my chest rising and falling heavily against hers as I let her body adjust to the stretch.