Page 48 of Devil's Savior


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The moment the challenge leaves my lips, Crosby’s dark eyes turn predatory. It’s sexy as fuck. The growl he lets out would scare someone else, but not me.

My pussy clenches around his cock as he plunges inside of me and pulls out only to slam back home. As his hips start to move faster and harder, euphoria that I’ve only experienced once before overtakes my body.

It’s all because of him.

“Gonna need your sweet cunt to clamp down on my cock and milk my cum,” he grits out, his muscles tense under my palms while his eyes beg me to tip over the edge. “You feel too fucking good.”

I moan every time he’s filling me completely. Because it’s so fucking right that stars start to dance in front of my eyes and my body feels like it’s levitating.

“Don’t want it to end,” the confession spills from me as I try and stave off my orgasm.

“Oh my sweet Firefly,” there’s a primal quality in his voice that reverberates with forever, “there will never be an end to us. I’ll bury myself inside of you as many times as we need to be satisfied.”

Before I can even process his words, his mouth captures mine in a kiss that scorches my very soul.

Sealed with a kiss.

His hips move at a punishing pace and my body accepts every single movement like gospel on the wind. I get wetter and wetter until my thighs are slick with my arousal. When he tilts my hips a certain way, the head of his cock pummels my g-spot and I lose the ability to breathe.

But I don’t need air to survive.

I just need this. Him.

He gives me breath.

My heart beats for him.

Colors swirl around me, caressing my skin and remining me of a dream where jazz notes are dancing through the sky all around like a tapestry of cacophony that doesn’t make sense, but feels right. My body fights against my desire to hold off on coming because I want to stay here, right in this moment, for forever.

When Crosby lets go of my hip, reaches between us, and uses just the right amount of pressure to press down on my clit, I know who has won this battle.

It’s not me.

But it is at the same time.

Those colors sink into my skin only to be expelled in a giant bomb. They leap through the air and paint the world around us in glorious relief. My thighs shake and my muscles contract, holding Crosby closer to me.

Afraid to let go.

Afraid to do anything other than feel.

As I crest my pleasure high, a roar sounds somewhere in the distance, barely heard over the ringing in my ears. It gets closer and closer and white blankets my vision.

My eyes snap open and I watch as Crosby tilts his head back, his voice the roar I heard like a wave rolling, one you don’t realize is a tsunami until it’s upon you. The sound is primal and the pulse of his cock as he fills me with his cum only adds to the wildness of it all.

His eyes snap to mine, dark with so much more than the horrors he witnessed tonight.

I did that.

I made him forget, even if only for a moment.

I gave him something precious to hold in his heart instead of whatever he was forced to witness and fight against tonight.

Nothing seems real for a moment.

How did I get here? Where even am I? Who will I be when I wake up from this dream?

Then the feeling of his skin against mine rushes in and I know exactly where I belong. At his side.

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