Page 5 of Devil’s Candy

“I like it,” I whisper, searching his face. For what, I’m not sure. Maybe a reality check, or maybe just a little affirmation that I’m not completely nuts. “Room 2025.”

His brow crinkles the slightest bit, and then he starts walking down the hall, using my key card to enter my room.

I don’t even have a suitcase, we left New York in such a hurry, climbing on a private jet and sailing away.

I bought a toothbrush when I got here, which cost a ridiculous amount of money, but other than that, I’ve got nothing.

Sver gives the room a quick sweep, before his hand wraps around my thigh, encouraging my leg around his waist.

I oblige, bringing both of my legs around him, my thighs gripping him tight.

His hands slide up the back of my legs, cupping my ass as he kisses me again, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks, exposed in my thong.

“You feel fantastic,” he rumbles against my lips before he kisses me again, his mouth devouring mine.

It takes a full minute before I get enough space to mutter. “Right back at you.”

He kisses me again, his tongue tangling with mine, as I squeeze his waist with my thighs, lifting myself up, before I slide my clit right against the rigid edge of his hard-on.

It feels so good, we both groan. I do it again, the amount of aching pleasure that zings through me tells me that an orgasm is close.

I’ve had my share of partners, I won’t lie. But I don’t actually orgasm that often. It’s something about being safe enough, I think…

But with this man, I can’t hold myself back, which is crazy. “Sver,” I gasp as I rub against him again. “This is so insane, but I’m so close⁠—”

He squeezes my ass cheeks together, pulling me tighter against his cock and I explode, crying into his mouth as I break apart.

We’ve barely been in my room for five minutes—all my clothes are still on—and I just orgasmed.

I lean back to look at him with wide eyes. “Holy shit.”

“Not your usual?” he asks, his gaze intense as he stares back.

“No. I sometimes have trouble…” I stop, realizing that I’m confessing to a stranger.

One of his hands leaves my ass to cup my jaw. “You can tell me, my sweet treat.”

“I’m not usually able to finish like that. I get nervous,” I whisper, blushing for like the third time since I met this man.

“But not with me?” And then he gives me a slow kiss, his lips perfectly firm and languid.

“I guess not,” I answer against his lips. “Which is weird, because we just met.”

His hand trails down my spine, his fingertips tracing every vertebra. “I would never hurt you. Or any other woman.”

I close my eyes then, tipping my head back. His words hit me, the rightness of them settling over me. I feel it. Like deep down, that he’s telling me the truth. He’d never hurt me. And for some reason…maybe the alcohol, maybe the orgasm, I feel my eyes well with tears, one of them slipping down my cheek.

“Milaya,” he rumbles as his thumb brushes the tear away. “Why do you cry?”

I shake my head. “No reason.” And then I open my eyes, staring at him for a moment before I flex my thighs again. “Now let’s make you feel as good as I do.”

He squeezes my ass cheek, stilling my hips. “You tell me why you’re crying first.”

I wrinkle my nose. I know what this is…a one-night stand. Do you confess your inner desires to a man you’re just having sex with? Then again, I never have to see him again…

Maybe that makes him perfect for a confession.

“I just don’t feel safe very often, you know?”