Page 8 of Devil’s Candy

My brow furrows. What did I say?

But then he’s kissing down my body once again, his lips trailing over my skin. “You taste as sweet as your name.”

“Most people don’t call me sweet.”

“Most people are stupid.”

That makes me laugh even as his tongue swirls over my belly button. “You stopped talking again.”

“Aren’t you tired of hearing the shitty details of my life?”

“No. Not in the least.”

I sigh, my eyes closing as he lightly nips at my hip bone. “Well, I’m tired of talking about it. Stringing it together like that sounds really—” I stop. The only word I can think of to finish the sentence is pathetic. “Tell me more about you.”

Sver stops, his blue-gray eyes holding mine captive. “You haven’t heard enough to realize that I’m someone you don’t want to know any better?”

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” I say as I reach down and touch his cheek, tracing the strong bone with the tips of my fingers. “But then I thought, if it’s just one night, maybe we tell each other a few secrets, give each other a chance to⁠—"

He pushes up again, so fast I blink in surprise even as his hands circle my waist. “Candy.”

“What?” I gasp, before he stands and unbuttons his pants.

“I want to be inside you,” he rumbles.

Is he asking permission?

He pauses, his hand hovering over his zipper when I nod.

I’ve never actually had a one-night stand before, but my general impression is that this is not normal.

He yanks down his pants, his erection springing out. Like I said, I work in a whorehouse, I’ve seen a lot of dick. And I mean a lot.

But I’ve never seen one like Sver’s. Thick and veined in a way that’s hot as hell, I push up on my elbows to stare, my mouth dropping open. “I think I want to taste you.”

He gives me a wicked smile. “Next time.”

“Next time?” I ask, confusion drawing my brows together. Is he just messing with me?

But I don’t ask as he reaches for my thong, pulling it off my hips.

He pauses when it’s around my thighs. “You’re shaved clean.”

“Waxed,” I say, notching my chin. “It’s a nicer user experience.”

He leans down then, kissing my mound, in a move that makes my clit absolutely ache. Since the orgasm, he’s mostly been teasing me, but now, with his face so close to where I crave pressure, I find myself panting as he presses his face into my mound again. “You’re right. Waxed is better.” And then he dips his face between my legs, pressing his tongue right to my clit.

I don’t know what this man does that my reactions are so instantaneous, but the top half of my body lifts off the bed as I gasp in a sharp breath, pleasure crashing through my whole body.

My thighs begin to shake as I grab his head, grinding against him.

But he pulls away, his face filled with the kind of tension that makes me both excited and slightly nervous as he grabs the front of my thighs and pulls me closer, his cock lining up with my opening. He thrusts inside me with a quick pump that makes me scream even as he lets out a feral grunt.

“Fuck, Candy, you feel so good.”

Now this…this is a dream one-night stand. Hot, hot sex and the knowledge that you can act however you want because you’re never going to see each other again. “So do you.”

He pauses another second, deep inside me, before he pulls out and then thrusts back in, this one feeling even better than the last.