Page 72 of Ravaged By a Devil

The contrast of her tight, delicate heat surrounding me completely shatters the last remnants of my dark thoughts, leaving nothing but the pure, overwhelming reality of her in my arms.

"Please, Cain... please," she begs, her voice a breathless, melodic whimper against my ear.

Every instinct in me wants to take her hard and fast, to lose control completely to the wild pulse tearing through my blood. But I force myself to hold back. I rest my weight on my forearms, watching her face as I pull back until I'm nearly out, only to sink back in with a slow, agonizingly deep thrust.

I lean down and capture her lips, drinking in her small, desperate gasps. From her mouth, I trail slow, wet kisses along her jawline, down the sensitive arch of her neck, and over the rise of her collarbone.

Every long, deliberate stroke inside her brings another shuddering breath from her lungs, her hands clutching at my shoulders as if I'm the only solid thing in her world.

She is so beautiful like this—flushed pink, skin shimmering with heat, her dark eyes half-lidded and fixed entirely on me.

A heavy, possessive knot tightens in my chest. I'm completely addicted to her. I want more. I want every tear, every sigh, every shattered breath she has to offer. I want to lose myself so deep in her that the world outside this room ceases to exist, making her forever mine.

Gripping her hips, I pick up the pace, already feeling the heavy, impending rush of my own release. I lower my head, pressing my mouth to the warm skin of her neck as she shatters beneath me, the sensation instantly pulling me over the edge with her.

I lose control, giving in to the final, hard waves of the climax before completely collapsing against her chest, listening to our tangled breathing.

"You're staying here until tomorrow," I rumble into the quiet room. I lean down to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. "I'll go make you something to eat."

When I pull back, a quiet smile touches her face. Her dark eyes shine up at me, completely unguarded.

"You're gentle," she says softly.

I lower my head and slowly slide off the bed.

When my brothers arrive the next morning, I know exactly why they’re here. Alexis is still in my bed, fast asleep, so I leave her there in the safety of the room and pull on sweatpants. I make my way down the grand staircase to the foyer where all four of them are waiting.

Levi and Elijah give me faint, knowing smiles from their seats on the leather sofas, but Malachi and Ezekiel are pacing the marble floor, their faces a dark, storming threat.

The moment my foot hits the bottom step, Ezekiel spins on his heel, his eyes flashing with fury. "Cain, you messed it all up. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I feel my own annoyance instantly rising, a cold heat settling behind my ribs. But nothing they say—no threat, no reprimand—will ever make me regret or change the outcome of yesterday.

I cross my arms, my jaw tight. "I did it to protect Alexis."

"There could have been a better way to do it without exposing our entire surveillance system," Ezekiel snaps, taking a step toward me, his pulse ticking visibly in his jaw.

I simply shrug, unbothered by his anger, and hold his gaze with unyielding steel. "There was no better way. I did what I had to do to protect her—and I’d do it again. And again."

A loud silence falls over the foyer. I feel the collective weight of their eyes on me, shifting from irritation to a quiet, dangerous realization.

Malachi stops pacing. He looks at me, his gaze sharp and calculating, searching my face for any sign of a bluff.

"Do you even know what you’re saying?" Malachi asks, his voice dangerously low.

"Yes," I say without a second of hesitation, stepping fully into his space. "I’ll protect Alexis with my life. If you're here to scold me about that, you might as well leave, because nothing you say is going to change my mind."

"Fuck!" Malachi runs a hand down his face, letting out a sharp, frustrated breath as he turns toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Nolan knows now," Elijah chimes in quietly from the sofa, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. "He knows Alexis is connected to you, Cain. He's going to use her to provoke you—to draw you out."

"Which means she can't stay at her place anymore," Ezekiel adds, his jaw set as he paces back toward us. "Her apartment is compromised. Nolan’s men already have eyes on it."

"You’re right. She’s not going back there," I agree immediately, my voice hard as iron. "Her apartment is no longer safe."

Levi glances up from his seat, exchanges a look with Ezekiel. The four of them are watching me closely, reading every shift in my posture, taking in just how personal this reaction has become for a man who usually feels nothing.

"Nolan wants exactly this," Malachi warns, turning back to face me, his eyes dead serious. "He wants to make you emotional, Cain. He wants you reckless after the humiliation he suffered over Jade. He's prodding at you, waiting for you to snap and make a mistake."