The Lure of the Devil (The Demons' Muse #4) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,61

nerves, and all I could do was wrap my legs around him a little tighter, trying to let him know what I wanted. I couldn't even beg, not with the way he was kissing me, but he knew. I felt his lips curl against mine as he thrust against me again, driving me even higher.

At this rate, he was going to get me off before he even got inside me. My fingers clutched at the back of his head, and I whimpered as I thrust against him, riding him the best I could. The sound he made proved he liked that. Over and over, he teased me, and I could feel my body responding. Each time he ground against me felt a little slicker than the last. My breasts ached with the need for release, and I moaned without shame, groaned into his mouth, and whimpered for more.

His mouth trailed kisses on my jaw, on his way to my ear. "So beautiful," Bel breathed. "So perfect." He thrust against my clit again. "So nice to watch."

That made my eyes jump over to the bed where Sam lay. His legs were open, his hand on his dick, teasing the spot just under the head. He wasn't even ashamed of it, and his eyes were locked on me. When he realized I was watching him, he looked down to his dick and pumped it again, his fist sliding all the way down to his balls. I watched the flesh strain, the head swell, and his eyes closed with a long, slow blink that proved he liked it.

And Bel slid himself against me at the same time. "Please," I begged, sure I couldn't take any more.

"I do not want to hurt you," Bel whispered.

I turned my attention back to him. "I'm not easy to hurt."

He didn't need me to say it twice. Bel shifted his hips, sliding his dick downward until he prodded my opening, and then he began to push in. Fuck, but he was big. After the first inch, I was glad he went slow. I'd been impressed when he was a fairy, and this was more. So much more. Wonderfully, amazingly, damn near miraculously more. And it felt so good.

As I stretched around him, he paused. Even his hands, and his eyes searched my face. "You okay?"

I nodded. "I just wish you would stop teasing me."

His lips curled into a smile. "Hold on."

First, I pressed my shoulders to the wall, and he leaned with me. Leather rustled against my ass as his wings supported me, and his right hand closed on my ribs, tilting me just the way he wanted. The left reached over my shoulder to brace against the wall. Slowly, he withdrew just to pump into me again - hard. He knew just how deep to thrust, and between the quick penetration and slow retreat, it felt like a new sensation. Then he did it again. There was no steady rhythm, no frantic fucking. This man was working my body as if he owned it.

I could feel the plaster pressing into the skin between my shoulders, but I didn't care. I knew my fingers had to be bruising his skin, but he didn't complain. All that mattered was the friction building between our bodies and the pleasure it created. At some point, his pants dropped a little more, and the waistband caught on the back of my heel. I didn't even bother trying to kick it free. I didn't care about it at all. In truth, I only barely noticed it. My entire focus was on the man filling me completely.

Then he bent his head to suck at my breast. That hand on my ribs shifted to tease the other side, and he pushed me closer. My lower back hit the wall. The angle changed as he began to thrust more upward, and he had to pull his head away because our bodies were too close. I couldn’t even arch my back, and my overly sensitive nipples slid against his bare skin, driving me even higher.

The sound I made definitely wasn't a moan. It was closer to a scream, but not that intentional. I simply cried out, giving my passion a sound, and he loved it. With a growl, he thrust even harder, and I felt my tits bounce at the impact. Then faster. Each time he entered me, he shifted his pelvis, grinding against my clit as he rolled his hips. I tried to hold out, but