Page 90 of A Devious Arrangement
“I love you,” he reaffirms.
I shake my head, needing him to tell me one more time. To wash away any doubt remaining before I let my body take over. “I never know what to believe. You’re always kidding.”
“I’m never kidding when it comes to you. You may not like how I caught you, but there’s never been any other ending for us. I have always been your future husband.” He states it as fact, no room for disagreement, and the tight knot in my stomach finally uncoils.
It’s complete stupidity to fall for him after everything, but it’s way too late now.
I crash my mouth to his, eating his low moan as I deepen the kiss. My lungs burn by the time we pull away, our lips still pressed together.
“I love you.” I can feel his smile.
Words form at the back of my throat, but I swallow them down.
His eyes search mine, his touch turning gentle.
“I’ll wait,” he says, then rocks his length against my clit, stealing my every thought.
Our movements turn hurried as we tug each other closer, our hands moving in frantic, hurried motions. I can still taste the blood from where I bit him, and he groans when I run my tongue across it. There’s nothing soft about our touch. It’s turned into a needy, wild thing, one that demands all of our senses.
My back arches, my head pushing into the wall, as he grips my ass, better positioning me to thrust against my core. I despise the material between us, craving to feel his heat against me. He hums approvingly at the back of his throat as I undo his belt, pushing the button through. My arms are pulled away when Bash lifts my shirt, forcing them into the air. They’re tangled in the fabric, and he pins them to the surface behind me.
I gasp as he sucks my nipple through my bra, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip. I struggle to free my arms, wanting to pull him closer.
Bash tears my bra in the middle and groans as he gains access, his mouth devouring me. It’s hot and wet, the sensation going right to my clit. I rock against him, all of my movements uncontrolled as I search for more.
His chuckles are soft against my skin. “Your reactions are so fucking sexy. I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
“Good,” I reply.
His eyes grow black, his playfulness switching to a deviousness I’m familiar with. One that I crave. This is the Bash who makes me come undone.
“Do whatever you want with me.” My voice is shaky, but I don’t take it back.
“Fuck.” He groans and lifts me from the wall, carrying me to the room. “You won’t be able to take that back.”
I clutch his shoulders, barely maintaining any semblance of sanity. There’s a warning in his tone, but I want whatever he has to give. I want exactly what he’s promised. I want him to own me.
Bash divests us of our clothes, leaving them in a trail to the bed, and crawls on top of me as my back meets the mattress.
His shoulders are hot under my palms, the sting from my rope burn long forgotten. Rough fingers trail over my sides and down my navel before pausing just above my clit. A whimper escapes me, and I squirm to get closer. His snarl curls up my neck, where he’s pressed his face as he strokes through my folds.
“You are so fucking wet. So fucking ready for me.” He circles my clit, causing my eyes to roll back, before sinking two fingers into my pussy.
My breath catches as he works them in and out, sending pleasure rippling around them.
I whine when he pulls his hand away, sucking them into his mouth. “Fucking delicious.”
His cock’s against my core as he leans down and takes my mouth with his, my taste still on his tongue. Our kiss is all desperate nips and sucks as we each struggle for more. I’m practically begging for him to shift lower and drive into me, but he doesn’t give me what I want, instead placing open-mouth kisses down my jaw and neck, traveling down my breasts, leaving a wet path to my core.
I’m shaking by the time he lifts my thighs over his wide shoulders, spreading me wide. I feel vulnerable beneath his gaze, completely exposed to him, but it’s burned away when he looks up at me through narrowed eyes, an animalistic hunger clear in them as he licks my clit.
I cry out, the sensation overwhelming as pleasure courses through me. He doesn’t look away as he devours me, circling his tongue over and over my clit as he brings me closer to myorgasm. Just as I’m about to come, he moves, lowering to my entrance.
He chuckles at my frustration, but it’s cut off as he delves his tongue deep inside of me. My eyes roll back as I grind into him and grip his hair in my fist. I hiss at the pain, and he grabs my injured hand and pins it to the bed beside me, nipping my clit in punishment.
“I told you not to hurt yourself,” he growls.
“I need more,” I plead, desperate for my release.
