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  She could only feel as her body started to come alive again. There was no room for thought, for doubt, for analysis, only the sensation of her body pounding against his. The calling, beckoning of that voice, a whisper at first but growing louder… wait, that was her voice! She was screaming out strings of profanity in Spanish.

  The feeling, the sounds were too much in her weary mind, her weak body.

  He was right!

  She should have eaten. She should have drunk some water, but she knew neither of those things would have sated her hunger, nor quenched her thirst.

  Her world was slowing down as the fury built inside her. Her vision blurred. Colored spots formed in her eyesight.

  The last thing she felt was her orgasm rippling through her before her world went black.

  |12| BREAKING THEN ENTERING |:|

  "Devil... I can't think... space... take... light." Lacey slowly opened her eyes when she felt the vibrations of his laughter between her legs. "I'm making no sense," her raspy voice croaked.

  He moaned, knowing it was all his fault. His tongue worked on her clit and her hips rotated in steady languid movements that stirred his blood.

  She pushed herself off the couch, scurrying over the arm as his eyes watched her stumbling retreat. "I-I can't." She caught herself on the island counter before she dashed into the bathroom. She closed the door and locked it, leaving him alone in the living room.

  He laughed and hung his head, recalling her frazzled eyes, disheveled hair, and sexy body running away from him. As if she could run far enough. He pushed up off the floor and made his way over to the bathroom door.

  He knocked. "Lacey, come out."

  "Uh-uh."

  He exhaled. "Come on,” He smirked. “I won't knock your ass out this time." He didn’t even believe himself.

  "I need to be able to stand tomorrow."

  Fuck tomorrow, he thought.

  He wanted her again. He brought his frustration into the kitchen to finish off that good-ass cheesy chicken thing. He bit off half of it and leaned on the counter. She was so fucking wet and soft and tight. He took another bite and started over to the fireplace. He hadn’t really cared to look around before.

  The place screamed type-A.

  Symmetry.

  A lot of fucking symmetry.

  And order. A lot of that shit too.

  Good, a fireplace. It was gas, but he was willing to excuse that sin. He turned it on and stuffed the rest of the food in his mouth, then wiped away the crumbs with the back of his hand.

  Scanning the mantle, his eyes found a picture of Lacey and a woman who had deeper bronzed skin and silky, black, wavy hair. They had tropical drinks in their hands as they smiled at the camera. He saw an older man and woman in a frame next to that one in wedding attire. The woman was a spitting image of Lacey.

  He turned away from the mantle and looked at the space glowing in the fire light. After laying a blanket from the foot of her bed on the floor near the fireplace, he went to the couch and grabbed pillows, tossing them on the blanket with some pillows from her bedroom.

  She had no fucking idea what was about to happen all night long.

  He laughed to himself. You can’t let the Devil in and then try to control shit. He went back to her room and searched her vanity until he found a bobby pin.

  He smirked.

  He’d never thought he’d have to tap into this skill set, but if the woman really thought she was going to stay held up in the damn bathroom all fucking night, she was about to be very surprised.

  He worked his magic on the door, quickly making history of the lock. When he pushed open the door, she was eying herself critically in the mirror.

  His mouth started to water at just the sight. Thick thighs that formed into a slim waist and a soft, flat stomach. Her pussy was waxed and smooth. "So fucking perfect," he mumbled, more to himself as his plans rolled through his mind. He wanted her delicious ass in his hands.

  Her face filled with heat and she frowned with confusion. He held up the bobby pin before he pushed himself off the door frame and advanced on her.

  She backed away.

  He stopped and frowned. He thought they had moved past this already. "Come here, Lacey."

  She shivered and her gaze fell to his lips. He held out his hand, figuring he’d make it easy on her. She found his eyes again. There was doubt, uncertainty in their depths. Was she tapping out?

  "I'm a lightweight," she cooed, taking his hand.

  He smirked, taking both her hands and leading her to the pile of blankets and pillows. The candles around the room had finally started to burn out and most of the light was coming from the fireplace alone.

  Her eyes fell to his lips again. "You haven't kissed me."

  He’d thought about smudging her pretty red lipstick from the moment she had walked up to him and the lady in the muumuu earlier in the evening. "Your lips have been fucking with me all night."

  She frowned. "What, is kissing against the rules or something?"

  Yep! It was. The women that were around the club house weren’t the kind you wanted to kiss. Kissing was for your wife, or your girl. He had already broken the rule about giving a chick head before she was a wife or girlfriend with Lacey. Rules at the clubhouse for the same reasons. But when it came to the woman standing in front of him, he was prone to do all sorts of things out of the ordinary, mostly because she was so outside of his ordinary. That’s what he was on the hunt for, wasn’t it?

  He wasn’t sure what to do. The only thing he was sure about was pleasing her. So much so that she’d never have another date or sit through another important meeting without thinking about him. She’d never forget him. He wanted to brand her with his mouth and cock, his touch, his teases. His gaze fell to her lips again. "You don't want to kiss me." Or was it that he didn’t want to kiss her? He wasn’t sure, because despite his better judgement he did want to kiss her.

  "Why?" she asked with an innocence that made his chest tighten.

  "Because you're supposed to forget about me after tonight." He was already pulling her to him. He was clear on what was going to happen, whether it was supposed to or not.

  She moaned when their naked bodies made contact. She found his eyes with her big brown ones. "I don't think I could ever forget you, Devlin Sinn." He cocked his head to the side, examining her. A few short hours before, she had proclaimed that she didn’t like him on a basic human level. In their current moment, however, he could see it in her eyes: she was feelin’ some shit she wasn’t supposed to be feelin’ about him.

  There was something in that thought, in the forbidden nature of it, that made him want it, made him want to nurture it. He stroked her cheek and lowered his face to meet hers. She exhaled and her long lashes fluttered closed to rest on her cheeks.

  He deepened the kiss, entering her mouth with his tongue, tasting her, stroking her mouth with his until she was relaxed in his arms. She moaned when he pulled away.

  He rolled on a condom and laid her down onto the pillows and blankets. He kissed trails along her collarbone, taking a lying position on his side behind her. He pulled her hips back toward him, exposing her sex from behind, and slid into her. She moaned as he rubbed up from her belly to grab her generous breasts.

  He nuzzled his face into her neck and inhaled her intoxicating scent. His thrusts were paced, steady, yet purposeful. Each one echoed a whisper to that voice buried in the back of his head. He turned her face to look back at him. He held her heavy eyes for an extended period before he kissed her again. Goddamn, her lips were so soft and she felt so good, hot and pliable. She turned her upper body and reached back, clasping the back of his head with the hand that was under her.

  He lifted her leg and maneuvered himself to rest between her legs while she lay on her back. He bared his teeth, sinking deep inside her again. No other fucking position got so deep, felt so slippery and good. Her pussy was hugging him, clasping his erection.

  He thrust inside her, rotating his
hips while he trapped her face between his forearms. He smoothed her hair back from her face, those brown eyes boring deep into the depths of his being.

  The longer he held her eyes and memorized the furrow of her brow, the slight whining moan, the feel of her hands on his body, the more he dreaded the inevitable end to their affair.

  Her eyebrows twitched and she rubbed her hand down his cheek. His mind stalled when he saw the depth of her attraction, her affection for him. He didn’t understand the hot energy that rolled through his body, slow and steady, consuming him until he was drowning in it. It was euphoric and might feel even better than his pending release.

  He picked up the pace, averting his gaze to her lips.

  "I want to watch you come," she proclaimed, forcing his eyes to meet hers again.

  His eyebrows pulled together when he met her innocent yet determined look. He grumbled when his innards jittered with the idea of his satisfaction making her get off. She had no fucking idea what she did to him. His jaw clenched and his arms, which were holding him up over her, flexed, the veins coming to life.

  His hips picked up speed and his face consumed hers. His head fell back, his muscles gathered tight together, the thrust of his hips were jerky until they stopped altogether when he was at the deepest point inside her.

  His face contorted, twisting his eyebrows into a comical form, and a smirk pulled up the corner of his lips.

  "So fucking perfect."

  |13| BRANDED KISSES |:|

  Lacey moaned, arching her body. Her fingers laced through short hair buried between her legs.

  “Devil... I can't think... space... take... light.” She slowly opened her eyes when she felt the vibrations of his laughter between her legs. “I'm making no sense,” her raspy voice croaked.

  He moaned. His tongue worked magic on her clit.

  She gathered up the shreds of her sound mind and pushed herself off the couch, scurrying over the arm as dark eyes watched her stumbling retreat. “I-I can't.” She caught herself on the island counter before she dashed into the bathroom. She closed the door and locked it, leaning on the wooden aperture. She exhaled and closed her eyes, taking several deep breaths before venturing toward the toilet.

  She paused, catching her profile in the mirror. She looked like a tousled mess. She cocked her head, looking at her reflection with a more critical eye. Her breasts were full, nipples erect, and her skin had a glow to it. She ran her fingers across her collarbone and palmed her breast. It had some weight to it.

  There was a soft knock on the door. “Lacey, come out.”

  “Uh-uh.”

  “Come on. I won't knock your ass out this time.” She could hear the humor in his voice, but she barely recognized the raspy quality of her own.

  This time! “I need to be able to stand tomorrow.”

  There was a long silence, during which she foolishly thought the man had given up.

  She used the silence to continue her self-evaluation in the mirror.

  She bit her lip and ran her fingers down her stomach and between her legs. She closed her eyes, imagining his tongue on the most sensitive part of her body. What did he see when he looked at her? Did he just see a pair of legs, a piece of ass? She turned so her back faced the mirror then twisted to check herself out. Not a bad looking ass. She ran a hand over the curve of her butt.

  The low undulations of his voice startled her out of her thoughts.

  “So fucking perfect.”

  Her face filled with heat. Wait a second…

  I locked the door. How did he get in?

  As if reading her mind, he held up a bobby pin then tossed it aside before pushing himself off the door frame and advanced on her.

  She backed away.

  He stopped, his dark eyebrows furrowed. “Come to me, Lacey.”

  She shivered at her name, a soft plea on his lips. Her eyes fell from the storm brewing behind those obsidian eyes to his lips, wide and flat. She wondered what they tasted like. She looked lower at the hand he had extended. She found his eyes again. There was doubt and uncertainty in their depths. Did he think she would reject him? Had a woman ever done such a thing? She doubted it. He seemed to have the pick of the litter. How could he think she'd turn him away?

  “I'm a lightweight,” she cooed, taking his hand.

  He smirked, taking both her hands and leading her to a pile of blankets and pillows laid out on the floor in front of her now-roaring gas fireplace. The candles around the room had finally started to burn out which left most of the room in strange forms and shadows from the light of the fireplace alone.

  Her eyes fell to his lips again. “You haven't kissed me.”

  “Your lips have been fucking with me all night.” His deep voice echoed in the quiet room.

  She frowned. “What, is kissing against some rule or something?”

  “You don't want to kiss me.”

  Lacey tried and failed not to take the bait. “Why?”

  “Because you're supposed to forget me after tonight.” He was already pulling her to him.

  She moaned when her skin clung to his like a magnet.

  She found his eyes. “I don't think I could ever forget you, Devlin Sinn.”

  He stroked her cheek and lowered his face to meet hers. She exhaled, their connection seeming to slow time. She didn't think she could feel anything she'd never felt before... again... in one night.

  He deepened the kiss, entering her mouth with his tongue, stroking her tongue with his until she was lost in the sensation. She moaned when he pulled away.

  She couldn't say when she was laid onto the blankets and pillows on the floor or when he strapped up. Next thing she knew, he was kissing trails along her collarbone, taking a lying position on his side behind her. He pulled her hips back toward him, exposing her sex from behind and slid into her. She moaned, a new set of sensations familiar yet foreign filling her.

  His thrusts were paced, steady, yet purposeful. Each stroke echoed a whisper to that voice buried in the back of her head, which responded with a tingle starting at the base of her neck and covering her entire body. He turned her face up to look back at him before he kissed her. She turned just her upper body and reached back, clasping the back of his head with the hand that was under her.

  It seemed like a fleeting moment and an eternity that she was lost in the play of their tongues.

  He lifted her leg and maneuvered himself to rest between her legs while she lay on her back. She knew this position, and yet it still felt extraterrestrial.

  He stayed inside of her, rotating his hips while he trapped her face between his forearms. He smoothed her hair back away from her face, those dark eyes boring deep into the depths of her being.

  Her stomach did a somersault, and her heartbeat increased.

  He saw it!

  He saw her soul.

  She felt it!

  He couldn't be looking so deeply into her and not see it. There was no way for him to look so deeply and not bare, even if just a little part, of his own as well.

  Trapped.

  She was trapped in those dark, bottomless eyes.

  He picked up the pace and his gaze averted to her lips. It was at that moment that she realized she'd never seen him come. She wasn't even sure if he did. She had just assumed he did when she did. She was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to watch him. She wanted to see this man lose control. Surely she wouldn’t be the only one losing tonight. She wanted to see his face awash in ecstasy.

  “I want to watch you come.”

  His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes met hers. “Your fucking words.” His jaw clenched and his arms that were holding him up over her flexed, the veins coming to life.

  The tenderness that filled his eyes before was replaced by a sinister twinkle. His hips picked up speed. His face consumed hers. He seemed to siphon her energy with each stroke of his tongue, each thrust of his hips.

  She pushed back the growing whisper in her head and rode the sensation of her ap
proaching orgasm. She didn't want to finish, she didn't want this to end. No, she wanted to see him end, come undone, fall apart between her legs with her wrapped around him.

  His head fell back, his muscles bunched, the thrust of his hips jerky until they stopped altogether when he was at the deepest point inside her. When his eyes met hers, she noticed for the first time that they were a deep dark blue… or was the light playing tricks? His face had a youthful glow. The tension seemed drained from him.

  His face contorted, twisting his eyebrows into a comical form, a smirk pulling up the corner of his lips. His dark eyes finally met hers.

  “So fucking perfect.”

  He removed himself, stood to his feet and headed to the kitchen, peeling off the condom.

  “What are you doing?” Her chest tightened. Was that it? Slam, bam, thank you ma’am? Well, it was hardly one slam, but not the point.

  “Do you want me to leave?” He moved back into her field of vision, a glass of water in his hand.

  She shook her head and held her arms out to him.

  He handed the glass to her. “Drink.”

  She did what she was told as he lay on his side closest to the fireplace, his back to her. She put the glass down and ran a cold hand up his back. He grabbed her arm and wrapped it around him as she settled on her side behind him. He was running circles along the back of her hand while she stroked the valleys between his abs.

  His stomach muscles tensed and he rolled onto his back, pulling her to his side with a smile on his face. He started playing with her breast using his free hand. Soon his circles slowed, then became sloppy slow ovals, then stopped altogether as his breathing deepened.

  |14| TRAPPED |:|

  Devlin turned off the shower, stepping out, pulling a towel off a rack and wrapping it around his waist. He picked up a bar of soap shaped like a flower and smirked, tossing it back in the dish next to the sink. He swiped his hand across the fogged mirror and examined himself. He was thinking a long bike ride to wherever the fuck after this long-ass night would be just the thing.