opposites sides of her sworn sense of vengeance. Enemies by every logical rationing of the situation.
But Violette couldn’t stop kissing him. He was heat and passion and insanity. He tasted like dark liquor, and his touch was just as intoxicating.
Dev’s hands massaged her breasts. She moaned weakly at the sensations flooding her. Thumbs tweaked her nipples into tight buds. Tiny shockwaves found their way down to her pussy. He moaned in the back of his throat. Lips slid from hers as he worked his way over her jaw to her earlobe. He nipped at her ear. Her hands ran through his dark hair, pulling him closer. She angled her throat in offering. He took the invitation, sliding his mouth down her neck. Teeth skimmed her flesh. She tensed, thinking he might bite her. Instead, he drew his tongue in a delicately teasing trail to her shoulder.
Dev’s fiery skin and fierce demeanor belied his gentle touch. She wouldn’t have guessed he’d be such a tender yet forceful lover. His hands seemed to be all over her body, moving and gliding, caressing and touching every inch of her flesh. He brought his kiss lower, along her collarbone to the valley between her breasts.
Violette stroked his arms and shoulders. Her fingers found hold in his thick hair. Ah, sacre, but his kisses felt wonderful.
She rocked her hips toward him as he moved lower. The hard metal at her back gave her leverage as she pushed her hips forward and spread her legs. He licked her navel before dipping his head between her thighs. Violette gasped. His hot tongue probed the softness of her sex, parting the lips to find the sensitive bud of her clit buried between them.
Violette cried out, unable to hold back. His kissed deepened at her response. He tested her reactions, quickly adapting the movements of his mouth to give her ultimate gratification. Her skin was flushed and her breathing became hard. She slammed her fist against the wall as the pleasure built. A loud, satisfying bang resounded over them so she did it again.
Dev jerked his head back, looking up at her. Those dark eyes seemed filled with the promise of sin, though perhaps it was only her imagination, or the look of his red skin, the stark depths of his eyes.
Violette grabbed a fistful of his thick hair and roughly pulled him to standing. His hands hit on either side of her body to trap her. He breathed hard, each harsh sound puncturing the silence. She still held his locks, pulling at the roots. A low growl sounded in the back of his throat. Her lips parted, and he licked between them, flicking his tongue to dance teasingly along the edges. His hand slid into her hair as he used the locks to jerk her away from the wall. She instantly let go of his hair as he walked her backward to her bed.
Her legs hit the low mattress. Thinking he’d let go, she swept her leg into his in a maneuver to get him on his back. He didn’t release her hair, and she ended up falling on top of him. The loud smack of their flesh slapping together sent a tingle over her body. She had never felt so alive in her life. His heat, his taste, his smell, all her senses were overwhelmed.
She began to move over him, straddling his waist. The firm press of his cock slid against her ass. She hadn’t looked as they stripped from their clothing. The length of it didn’t surprise her. He was such a large man. It made sense that all of him would be in proportion to that fact.
Tiny dark red lines ran haphazard patterns over his entire length, like a tattoo inked in blood. The design was natural, beautiful, mesmerizing. She traced her fingers along the lines. Her actions caused him to tense. He looked down at her hands.
Violette could see the threat of the rational dawning in his eyes. She covered his mouth with her hand before he could speak and quickly maneuvered her body over his. The first intimate contact of his shaft probing into her depths caused her to gasp. She trembled as she forced herself lower. He didn’t move, didn’t stop her. She lifted and then slowly sat back down. It didn’t take long before a natural rhythm struck up between them.
Dev began to thrust his hips, pressing up as she came down. Their actions became almost angry, like a fight both