Page 94 of Wicked Shadows
Propped up on pillows, he watched with hooded eyes as she placed open-mouthed kisses across his chest. Her tongue darted out, leaving a wet trail of affection on his skin. Across his ripped abdominal muscles, she licked and tasted every ridge and dip. Her fingers glided over his body until they touched the tip of his cock. The bead of moisture drew her attention downward, and she hungrily took him into her mouth, as far as she could until he hit the back of her throat. She relaxed the muscles, taking him deeper, and he groaned in ecstasy.
While working her mouth and hand in tandem up and down him, she focused on giving him as much pleasure as he’d given her. When she went down, she held the tip at the back of her throat and intentionally mimicked swallowing, forcing her neck muscles to contract around his head like a soft, velvety clamp. His hands gripped her hair, and he called her name with a throaty grunt. Sensing he was close to the edge, she pumped and sucked until the overload of pleasure left him no choice but to abandon his control and succumb to his release.
He tugged on her arm and guided her to lie next to him, securely tucked into his side, wrapped in his arms, and enveloped by his love. The roller coaster of emotions she’d lived on came to a crashing halt after she relaxed, melting into him. The tears she was sure had dried came back with a renewed vengeance. She couldn’t hold them back. The hot, salty tracks covered her face and soaked his chest. He lifted his hand to her face, cradled her wet cheek in his palm, and gently raised her head to look at him.
“Talk to me, darlin’. Don’t try to hold it all in.”
She smiled through her tears, a bright, happy smile that lit up her whole face. “For the first time in a long time, I am so happy.” She emphasized each word, amazement prevalent in her voice. “You’re here with me—alive, on the mend, but otherwise healthy—and you proposed to me.”
“And you said yes. That means you’ve agreed to be my sex slave for the rest of your life. This is a binding legal agreement with no exit clause. You belong to me and only me for all time.”
“Like any of that is a surprise to me,” she joked, her giggles filling the air with joy and love. “But the best part is you belong to me for all time.”
“Yes, I do, darlin’. Always have—always will. I’d walk into hell and slay the devil for you.”
“I believe you. You already have.”
Despite her protests that he hadn’t healed enough, he rolled her over onto her back and covered her body with his. His hard cock rested between her legs at the entrance to her wet core. She was ready for him with a single touch. Her body craved his, but she’d been too concerned with his injuries to encourage him. Who was she to deny him when he was so insistent, though? Her body hummed with need, waiting for him to finish what he’d started.
His arms framed her face, and his expression conveyed his profound love. He sank into her one inch at a time until he was fully seated inside, giving her body a moment to accept and adapt to his size. Her muscles quivered around him, gripping him tightly and urging him to keep moving. With slow, deliberate strokes, he surged into her repeatedly until his sweat mixed with hers during an erotic dance built for two. All their emotions poured out of them as promises of a forever love fell from their lips. The crescendo of their encounter built to an unbelievable high that ended in their mutual climax.
“You are my world, Elle. The last year has shown me I’m dead without you. You are the breath that sustains me. You bring me to life, make me feel, and give me hope for a normal life. I wouldn’t even be here now it if weren’t for you. Thoughts of seeing you, talking to you, and loving you are what pulled me through the darkest days in the hospital. I couldn’t die with you thinking I’d done anything but protected you with my last breath.”
“I should’ve known. Maybe a part of me did. None of it made sense to me. I couldn’t reconcile the Devon I knew with the Doorman I met. But I have no doubts now—you’ve always been my Devon.”
The next morning over breakfast, Elle cast furtive glances toward him. A few times, she started to ask another question but stopped herself before she started. Devon finally set his fork down and rested his elbows on the table.
“If you don’t ask me whatever it is you want to know, I’m going to hold you down and use my torture techniques to make you talk.” The mischievous gleam in his eyes was back, the signature twinkle a little brighter.
“Who knew you weren’t really dead?”
He knew that question would come, and he braced himself for her reaction. “Besides the agency, only my parents and the guys at Steele Security.”
“They knew, but no one could tell me for a whole month? I could’ve been at the hospital with you. I could’ve helped you, and knowing you were alive would sure as hell have helped me. Do you have any idea how miserable and depressed I’ve been?” The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. “That was really shitty, Devon.”
“Can I explain?”
“That would be best.”
“Easy there, tiger. My condition was touch and go there at first. If I didn’t pull through, there was no reason to put you through that again. My parents were my beneficiaries and had medical power of attorney, so they had to be there to make decisions for my care. The guys have a high enough security clearance to be read in on the plan. While evidence was gathered and charges brought against the gang, my condition had to be kept secret for my safety. When I was coherent enough to make my own decisions, I planned my return to the living and my marriage proposal. Though, I did see it all going very differently in my mind.”
“Oh, yeah? How?”
“You know…you falling at my feet, grasping my leg, thanking God for my safe return.” He smiled and winked, instantly defusing her anger over his deception.
“If you ever fake your death again without telling me first, I’ll kill you.”
“Fair enough. You’ll be the first to know next time.”
She threw her wadded-up napkin at him while laughing. She couldn’t be mad if she tried—she was simply too happy and blessed to let anything from the past impact her bright future.
“Oh, and, darlin’? Can you clear your schedule next week?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“There are four other women in Miami I have to go face and take my lashes. I want you to go with me and meet everyone. They’re dying to meet you.”
“I’d love to meet them, and my schedule happens to be wide open for the foreseeable future.”
“Good. I have plans for you every single day. Forever.”
