Page 385 of Devil’s Disciples

I had no intention of moving. In fact, had he not carried me, I would have been reduced to crawling. The kiss—and everything that came with it—left me with shaking legs.

“Okay,” I said.

I watched while he got undressed. He tossed his boots aside. His shirt followed. I felt that I should do the same but opted to grant his request and not move.

He wasn’t swollen from head to toe in bulging muscles, nor did he have an abdomen chiseled of stone. He had the body of a long-distance runner. Lean, athletic, and free of any artificial enhancements.

His jeans came off last. Dragging his thumbs along his hips, he took his boxers with them in one shove. His erection pointed skyward.

I wanted him so badly, I ached. I started to disrobe.

His jaw tightened. “Don’t. Move.”

My pussy tingled. Apparently, I liked being told what to do. When it came to sex, anyway. He climbed onto the end of the island.

He tossed my panties onto the floor. Then my dress. My bra. Eager with anticipation, I hooked my heels on the edges of the countertop.

He wedged his hips between my thighs. With his hands on either side of me, his chest hovered over mine.

“I want to feel you against me,” he said. “On my skin. Nothing between us”

I swallowed the ball of anticipation that was quickly rising in my throat. “Me, too.”

With our eyes locked, he entered me with care. He lowered his chest to mine.

It could have been the excitement of fucking in the kitchen. Me becoming accustomed to his size. My eager mental and physical states. Heck, all those things could have contributed.

It was different.

Velvety smooth.

His entire length slid in and out without sending splinters of pain shooting through me. Each careful stroke brought a rush of euphoria with it. One after the other, they continued, like the waves that washed ashore along the beach.

Our eyes met. He pressed his mouth to mine.

He kissed me passionately. I sank my fingertips into the taut muscles in his back. The waves that rushed through me grew larger. Rhythmically pounding ashore against the surface of my soul, each took me closer to the edge of the cliff of ecstasy where I’d been teetering.

For an immeasurable length of time, we kissed, our bodies grinding against one another the entire while.

His pace remained predictable. One. Two. Three.

One. Two Three.

My body tensed. It was coming, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

He pulled his mouth from mine, but only for an instant. “Ready?”

He must have sensed it. Further proof that we were connected by much more than our naked flesh.

I nodded. “Uh huh.”

One. Two. Three.

One. Two. Three.

One. Two.

A tsunami came crashing ashore, stripping me of my ability to resist. I relaxed and allowed it to wash through me.