Page 84 of Wrecked By a Devil

“Hey,” he sets his bowl aside, raising my chin to face him. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I know,” I release a deep sigh, before taking another bite of the ice-cream. “I just can’t stop thinking about it.”

“You have to trust Elijah,” he insists, his hand now resting on my knee.

I can’t ignore the heat coming from his skin every time he even just as much as brushes against me innocently. Though something tells me that nothing this man does is ever innocent and that he is well aware of the effect he’s having on me. With one hand still holding my ice-cream bowl, I reach out my free hand and intertwine my fingers with his.

The beating of my heart becomes so loud I’m sure he can hear it and I look away, too shy to meet his eyes, terrified that if I do let him look into them, he’s going to see straight through my soul and know exactly what type of feelings he awakens in me.

Not that I’m ashamed of feeling them. I just need to process and understand them on my own before I let him in like that.

“Riley,” His voice is low when he speaks, and he leans in close enough for me to feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. “You’re driving me fucking mad.”

That’s all it takes for heat to pool between my legs and dampen my panties. A beautiful pair of pink lace panties I put on this morning after showering, hoping he would take them off later. Maybe rip them off the same way he did at the movie theater. I might not be rich, but I will buy as many pairs are necessary as long as Zeke Kavanagh will be the one to rip them off me.

Before I can say anything, his lips brush against mine. I part mine slightly, just enough for warm air to enter my mouth. He smells like coconut and vanilla ice cream mixed with that masculine, clean scent of his, and it’s enough for my body to arch, trying to press against him in the tiny space.

“Zeke, I…” Just as I’m about to give into the kiss, my mind spirals and returns back to Mia.

Zeke presses his lips to my cheek, leaving gentle kisses on his way lower, to my jaw. As he works his way down my neck, I let a moan escape me and I feel his lips form a small, satisfied smile before he starts nibbling gently on my neck.

He slides one hand under the blanket and up my exposed thigh, his touch feeling like electricity, making me become a little too aware of the fact that I’m wearing tiny shorts and his oversizedshirt only. When he reaches my butt, he cups one ass cheek firmly, digging his fingers into it as if he’s trying to leave a permanent mark on me. His other hand drops to the nape of my neck, holding me still while his mouth continues to do its magic on my neck, then lower on my collar bone, before returning to my lips all over again.

Before I manage to keep up with what he’s doing, both his hands are on my ass and he’s lifting me in the air. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist when he gets to his feet, the friction of his body suddenly too much for me to handle, even through the fabric of his shirt.

Zeke takes me to his bedroom, but somehow today’s events get in the way o Zeke immediately catches it. He kisses me harder, slowly laying me on the large bed. My legs remain wrapped around his waist, refusing to let go of the firm pressure.

His fist tangles in my hair, pulling my head to the back with force that feels incredibly good, as he licks his way from my lips to the middle of my neck. “You’re mine, Riley,” he says in between the kisses.

With ease, he untangles himself from my squeeze. I watch him as he torturously slowly hooks his finger under my shorts and pulls them down. His face lights up and the corners of his lips turn upward in a satisfied smile when he sees my pink thong.

“As expected,” his voice is barely a whisper, intensifying the heat between my legs with just one sentence. “You really are a good girl.”

In one quick motion, he rids me of the oversized shirt, leaving me in nothing but the pink thong in front of him and I try to push everything else out of my head and enjoy the moment. I’ve been dreaming of him claiming me in this room from the moment I set foot in it.

“Because you’re such a sweet girl, Riley,” he leans over, his body hovering mine without ever touching me. “I won’t rip this pair off. Take it off for me.”

The cold air when he gets off me hits me like a train and I blink twice before I can even bring myself to sit up. Zeke takes his clothes off slowly and patiently, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Do you want to keep them?” I ask, my thumb hooked on the tiny string of the thong. He runs his tongue over his teeth as he watches me slowly starting to pull them off.

“They’re mine, just like you’re mine.” My heart drops when he pulls down his boxers.

Even though I’ve seen him and I’ve felt him inside me before, I can’t help but feel mesmerized every time I see him naked. From his perfectly gorgeous face, the tattoos on his upper body, to his long, thick dick, there isn’t a single thing about this man that I don’t desire. That I don’t want to leave traces of kisses on.

He smirks as he crosses the short distance between us.

He makes a sound that resembles a wild animal as he cups my face with one hand and lifts me to my feet, before he starts to kiss me. His tongue is rough as he leads a perfectly synchronized dance with mine, while he uses his other hand to fully slip off my thong.

He turns me around over the bed, putting me on all fours as he sets himself behind me. I feel his erection brush against my bare ass and my body leans backwards, hungry for him. “Keep your eyes on me in the mirror,” he leans closer to my ear, his voice low. “I want you to see how much you love when I fuck you.”

I shiver when he trails his hands on both sides of my body, from my shoulders to my hips, before he pins me in place. He uses one hand to keep me still and prevent me from rubbing against him, while his other hand finds my most sensitive part and he smiles.

“You’re dripping wet for me,” he says through his teeth. “Such a good girl.”

Without a warning, he slams his dick deep into my pussy and I moan loudly from the sudden pleasure ripping through me. I watch him in the mirror as he moves behind me in a fast and steady rhythm.

The look on his face reminds me of an animal determined to devour its prey. But I also know that I’ve never felt safer and that no one has ever taken nearly as much care of me as he does. He is mine and he’s proving it with each thrust and the way my eyelids barely manage to stay open, while I melt under his touch.