Page 63 of Ravaged By a Devil

He doesn't linger there for long. He trails his mouth down my opposite hip, following the length of my other leg all the way back down to my ankle, his lips and tongue teasing every inch of skin until my entire body is trembling, completely strung out on his touch.

Cain slowly traces a path of hot kisses back up my inner leg, his breath scorching against my skin as he reaches the apex of my thighs.

My heart hammers wildly against my ribs, my breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches as I brace myself for his touch. But he stops just short of where I need him most. He hovers there, his chest rising and falling, deliberately denying me the one thing my body is screaming for.

A desperate plea almost slips past my lips, but I bite my bottom lip hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

Cain shifts back up the length of my body, his dark eyes fixed on mine as his mouth finds my breast, drawing my nipple deep into the heat of his mouth. A sharp moan escapes my throat before I can stop it, the sudden, intense contrast sending a shiver straight down my spine.

At the same time, his fingers work the other side, tweaking and rolling the sensitive tip until every nerve ending is completely inflamed.

I pull against the ropes bound to the headboard, my wrists straining as my head falls back against the pillows.

He breaks away, trailing a fiery path of hot, open-mouthed kisses back down over my ribs and across the flat expanse of my stomach. My hips lift instinctively off the mattress, silently pleading for him to settle between my thighs, but he deliberately skips past the ache entirely.

His lips move down the inner line of my thigh, his breath hovering agonizingly close to the center of my heat without making contact.

The torture of his restraint is maddening. I writhe against the ties at my ankles, the words of surrender gathering at the back of my throat, ready to spill over into a desperate plea.

Just as the breath leaves my lungs to beg him, Cain shifts his weight, sliding directly between my pinned legs, and closes his mouth firmly over my heat. A loud, helpless cry tears from my lips as the sudden wave of intense sensation completely shatters my remaining control.

His tongue is relentless, tracing sharp, deliberate strokes over my clit until I am completely unraveled. Every press of his lips drives me closer to the edge, but just as the tension snaps and I am about to shatter, he abruptly pulls away.

I gasp at the sudden loss, but he gives me no time to breathe. He sinks a single, long finger deep inside me, curling it to strike a spot that sends blinding stars bursting behind my eyes.

Whimpering and caught in his rhythm, my hips roll against his hand as he adds a second finger, stretching me open and driving me wild.

Yet again, right as the peak builds and I am helpless against the oncoming orgasm, he pulls his hand away—only to replace it with the agonizingly sweet torment of his mouth.

He draws my clit flat into the heat of his mouth, massaging it with rhythmic strokes of his tongue. I am entirely delirious with desire, my fingers knotting into his hair as the pressure mounts.

But just as the crest of the wave breaks and I am about to come, he pulls back a third time. His lips glisten under the dim light as he looks up at me.

“Cain…” My voice is nothing but a breathless rasp.

He holds my gaze, his eyes dark and unwavering. “Beg me.”

I open my mouth to refuse—to demand that he finish what he started—but I am shocked when nothing but broken pleas tumble out instead.

“Please. Please. Cain.”

He chuckles, a low, vibration against my inner thigh. “I can’t hear you, doll.”

The denial is maddening. I find my voice, louder this time, stripping away any remaining pride. “Please… I need to come. Please, please, Cain, please.”

A dark, satisfied smile touches his lips. He lowers his head back between my legs, instantly locking his mouth over my clit and sucking hard. The sudden, intense friction is too much; after only two devastating strokes of his tongue, I completely shatter.

As the breath slowly returns to my lungs, I watch him through heavy, hooded eyes. Cain moves with a sudden, raw desperation as he grabs a condom from the bedside drawer. His urgency matches the chaos he just tore out of me, stripping away the last of his clothes and preparing to take complete control.

He climbs back over me, blocking out the room as he settles heavily between my thighs. Dark, possessive intent burns in his eyes as he stares down into mine.

"You're going to scream my name before I'm done with you tonight, Alexis," he growls, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrates against my chest.

I want to call his bluff, to throw another witty defiance in his face, but Cain has shown me time and time again that he never makes empty promises.

He pins me beneath him, and thrusts inside me with an intense, unyielding power that immediately steals the air from my lungs.

The speed he sets is relentless, driving every thought from my head until the entire world narrows down to the heat of his skin and the fierce, possessive hold he has over me. Another overwhelming orgasm begins to build deep in my chest, threatening to crash over me all over again.