Page 103 of The Devil’s Lair

“Same here.”

His large hands land on the insides of my thighs, and he pushes them wider. He bends his head and sweeps his tongue over my folds.

“Fuuuuck.”

I feel his smile against my skin. “The word of the evening.” He licks me again. “Still okay?”

“God, yes.”

Two fingers slide inside me, and his teeth graze my clit. I clamp both hands over my mouth to stop me from screaming. Friction builds with every touch, a delicious heat that makes my toes curl. Pleasure rolls through me in waves, each one stronger than the last. I raise my hips, chasing my release. Tobias slides his hands beneath me, holding me in place. Sensation builds and builds until I’m not sure I can take anymore.

“Please,” I whisper, and then I’m coming, coming so hard, the room tilts. It takes all my strength not to cry out, but somehow, I manage it.

Tobias kisses my stomach, my breasts, then my lips. “If you want, we can stop there.”

“Do you?”

“No. I want to fuck you more than I’ve wanted to do anything in my life.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his glutes. He drops his head onto my shoulder with a soft sigh. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and he slowly pushes himself inside.

The stretch, the feeling of fullness, is sheer bliss.

When he’s all the way in, he stops. His gaze finds mine. “How does it feel?”

“Incredible. Are you okay?”

“More than okay. Are you?”

The constant checking in, reassuring each other, warms every part of me. “Yes, now, please move. I’ll beg if I have to.”

He half chuckles, biting his lip. “Maybe you can beg next time.” Withdrawing slowly, he inches his way back inside me, getting deeper and deeper with every thrust. He doesn’t hammer at me, just a languid roll of his hips as he pulls out, then pushes back in.

“Harder,” I encourage. “Hard and deep, and fuck, yes, slow.” He rolls his hips again, his pelvis brushing my clit. “Yes. That. Keep doing… ah, keep doing that.”

His eyes are on me as his movements gradually get less controlled. My body arches toward him, the pulse between my thighs throbbing, insistent, impossible to ignore.

“I’m… Christ, I’m coming again.” Liquid heat floods my veins, and I sink into the mattress, feeling weightless yet grounded at the same time.

Tobias grunts, thrusts into me one more time, then lets out a sigh I’ll never forget, full of satisfaction and relief. He buries his face in my neck, and he stays there for a few moments, panting.

I’m coated in sweat, and my heart’s beating so fast I expect it to snap a rib as easily as a burnt twig. He kisses me, then rolls to the side, one hand resting on his heaving stomach.

“Oh, my God.”

I put my hand on top of his. “Are you all right?”

“Jesus, Wren. I’m… I’m… I never thought it would be like that. Fucking blew my mind.” He laughs, low and sexy. “And my load.”

I grin. “Are you sure you were a virgin? Because let me tell you, you know what you’re doing.”

“I’ve watched enough people having sex to know what good, and bad, looks like.” He rolls onto his side and rests his hand on the curve of my waist. “So, it was really okay?”

“No. It wasn’t okay. It was unbelievable. I never knew sex could be like that. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure. It… I… we connected.”

He nods. “I felt it, too. I was fucking terrified I’d freak out. Or you would.” He cradles my face, gazing deep into my eyes. “You made it so easy. I definitely didn’t hurt you?”

“You didn’t hurt me.”