Twisted - Esme Devlin Page 0,68

if he’s talking to himself. As if he’s simply speaking his thoughts out loud and not expecting a response from me.

His hands grip my hips, and he grinds me against him, filling me completely and hitting places inside me I didn’t know even existed.

I let out a startled gasp.

It’s agonizing and incredible, both at the same time.

“Oh, you are perfect. Made for me. I knew it. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

He picks up his speed now, no longer bothering to move me. Instead, he holds me still above him, his hands on my hips clamping me there while he drives into me.

The sound of him slamming against me mixes with his breath, my moans, the water at either side of us. I feel like I’m about to collapse on top of him. It’s too much. It’s sore.

I cry out, begging him for a second.

Just a tiny second.

He flips us over again, disconnecting us only for a second before driving back in to the hilt.

My breath comes out in shudders now as he grinds against me.

This is better.

Much better.

His hands tilt my hips, locking me in place again.

But this angle isn’t painful.

This angle is perfect.

He’s taking me back there, leading me up that same path where nothing else matters.

“Come for me, sweet girl,” he whispers, his fingers digging into my hips.

His words push me further.

His words are perfect.

Everything just feels perfect.

Once again, I’m thrown over the edge of that cliff. This time it’s just colors.

Stars.

Even better than the first time.

My whole body shudders as the muscles inside me contract around him. He lets out a growl and brings a hand to my neck, cutting off my air. It just makes it better. More intense. More everything.

He drives into me, harder than before.

Now I don’t care.

Now the pain isn’t even registering.

He only lets go of my neck when he starts shuddering too, and I hear him suck in a sharp breath.

I gasp for air.

He steals the breath with a kiss while he collapses on top of me.

We lie there for who knows how long.

I can barely breathe with his weight on top of me, but that doesn’t bother me anymore. If he wants my breath, he can have it. This shift should scare me, but it doesn’t.

Nothing scares me now.

20

Sapphire

Baron carries me through to the bedroom and lays me down in the center of his huge bed. He is wearing his mask now, of course, and he got himself dried and made me sit in the bathroom alone while he dressed.

He didn’t allow me the same courtesy.

I’m not really surprised anymore. It seems there are two extremes with him. In the presence of others I am fully covered, and in the presence of him I am fully bare.

As soon as I’m settled he retreats, crossing the room and sitting down on a large chair in the far corner. He rests his head in his hand and lets out a loud sigh.

After everything that has now happened between us, I’m surprised he has gone back to how it was when we first met. Me in the bed, and him watching from the chair. I thought he would join me.

I get up from my spot and edge down toward the footboard. Although there are no posts at the side of the bed, the heavy curtain and the posts at the end really do give the illusion of being inside a cage.

“You’re going to sit there all night?”

He stares at me for a moment, his masked face moving just slightly up and down, as if he’s taking in the sight of me. “Yes.”

I swallow, unable to get it straight in my head exactly why that hurts.

“That disappoints you?” he asks.

“Yes.” I feel beyond the point of lying to him now.

His head tilts to the side, but it’s not menacing like usual. This time it’s like he is deep in thought. “I’ve not… I’m not used to this.”

“Having a woman in here or having sex with her?” I blurt the words out without thinking. I can’t help myself. I think I already know he’s talking about having women here—he practically said as much when we walked into the room—but it’s the second part of the question I’m dying to know the answer to.

His shoulders move slightly as he laughs. “As hard as this may be for you to comprehend—especially after experiencing what you’ve just experienced—women aren’t generally falling over themselves to sleep with me.”

Now I’m the one who’s laughing. Even