Page 84 of Devil’s Promise

And then he bends down, hooking the thong, and yanking it over my hips and down my thighs.

I nearly fall when I try to step out of it, but Angel catches me, his hands splayed out on my belly.

He’s up in a second, lifting me and carrying me to the bed.

“My shoes,” I gasp.

“Leave them,” he rumbles as we reach the king-sized mattress. He sets me down on my stomach, my legs dangling over the side. His hands slide over my back as he bends low again, spreading my thighs with his hands before he dives in, licking up my seam.

I moan into the plush covers of the bed as stars light behind my eyes.

But he stops licking my clit to nip and suck at my thighs and then my butt cheeks. I lift my head, looking back over my shoulder.

Our eyes connect and then he chuckles. “Patience, love. I promise by the time I finish with you, you’re going to be satisfied.”

I don’t want to have patience. I’ve spent my whole life waiting…and now…

“I want to be more than satisfied. I want to be…devoured.”

He gives me a wolfish grin as he licks his lips. “See these teeth, Goldilocks? The better to eat you with.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Angel

I sink my teeth into the flesh of her thigh, biting just hard enough for her to feel it. I’m not looking to break skin. I wouldn’t mind a bit of light bruising.

Then every time I looked at her inner thigh for the next few weeks, my mark will be on her.

Her flesh gives under my teeth, supple and sweet and it makes me want to bite harder.

But her thigh isn’t what I came down here to eat.

“Gotta be honest, that is fucking satisfying as hell,” I rumble. That’s when the flash of her wedding band catches my eye.

I need to add a fat diamond over it. I know it’s backwards, a woman usually gets the engagement ring first, but I want other men to know. She’s taken and well taken care of.

Which is why I abandon her thigh and start kissing back toward her sweet little pussy. Because my woman asked for an orgasm and what she wants, she gets.

When I told her that I understood my job as head of this family, I meant her too. It’s my job to give her what she needs even if it makes my life more difficult.

I will be the man she needs. Period.

The deep satisfaction I feel at the idea of providing for others, for my family, clears my head and eases the fears I’ve carried all my life.

For the first time I’m not worried about being worthy enough. I will find my worth in sacrifice.

Not that eating her pussy is a sacrifice. This is the reward for a job well done.

I reach her shaved pussy and suck everything I can fit into my mouth, my bottom teeth grazing her clit.

It’s like flipping a switch. She’s bucking into my mouth, clawing at the covers again.

I slide two fingers into her pussy, feeling the stretch as I suck harder.

Her insides grip my fingers as they start to contract, her whimpers and moans filling the room.

When I’m in as deep as I can go, I curl my fingers, hitting that one spot, and she explodes, her scream only partially muffled by the comforter as her entire body convulses.