Chapter 16 Nonnegotiable #2
I’m beyond wet. When his finger swipes once across my clit, I suck in an audible breath of air. His hold on my ass tightens when he gives my clit a firm circle. I’m forced to hold on to his biceps.
“The fact you feel free is conflicting with my burning desire to not let you ever leave.” He talks to me like he’s not creating a storm between my legs that’s inching into every cell of my body.
Devon isn’t wasting any time with his words or his hands. He slips two fingers inside me but doesn’t move. He leaves them there, firm, deep, and possessive. He cups me and presses the palm of his hand into my clit this time.
I shudder in the depraved embrace he has on me and do my best to focus on the conversation. “Maybe we need to work on you not expressing your every thought the moment you think it.”
He glances down our bodies where we’re connected and fused in more ways than one. “You might say that’s what you want, but you appreciate my dead-ass honesty.”
I give my head a quick shake. “Another poor choice of words. Dead is not allowed. I may look like I have my shit together, but there is some PTSD when it comes to the alternative of living and breathing.”
He pumps his fingers inside me twice before leaning in to brush his lips across my temple. “Point taken.”
I lose his fingers and some of his warmth. He shifts away just enough to make more room for his touch on me. My breasts rise and fall with quickened breaths as he takes in the sight of me.
Of us.
Us.
I had no idea I’d be part of any type of an us for a very long time. If ever again.
I do my best to breathe deep and mutter, “I’m lowkey pissed off that you’re not naked yet.”
A smirk plays on his rugged, handsome face. “We’ll get there. Maybe you’ll forgive me when you come. It’s not going to take long at this point.”
He’s right. Still, I say, “So cocky. You think you know everything.”
He hikes a brow and leans in to put his lips next to my ear and lowers his voice. “Baby, I can feel you inside and out. Your pussy has spasmed around my fingers twice. I know.”
Just to prove his point, he gives my clit more pressure. My hold on his arms tightens to a point my blunt nails press into his skin. I’m close. So close, I want it more than ever.
I shift my hips for more friction and more Devon.
“There you go, baby. Move.” Just his voice added to his touch is enough to do me in. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
My only answer is pressing my face into the skin of his neck. His hand slides up from my ass to splay in the middle of my back to steady me.
“Devon—” I start on a moan, but he stops me. Gone is the teasing.
“I’ve got you, Harlow.”
Damn.
No one has had me in a long time.
That and another circle pushes me over the edge. I gasp and moan, and my whole body shakes in his arms. Devon doesn’t let up. My orgasm is on this side of violent. Stars light up my world brighter than any in the sky in the mountains of Winslet.
I can’t remember when I came this hard, if ever.
The next thing I know, I lose his fingers between my legs. I drag my eyes open to see him dig around in his nightstand. He throws a few things out onto the floor before he produces a condom.
“Thank fuck,” he mutters and bites the foiled condom.
I watch him rip at his belt and pants as I come back to earth. I’m not missing this for anything. “The fact that your condoms fell to the bottom of your drawer makes me happy.”
With one push of his pants, gravity takes over and they fall. I lean up on my elbows to get an unobstructed view.
And I’m not disappointed.
Every hinted promise of the secret agent is no longer secret. I lick my lips and only look away when the rip of a condom wrapper grabs my attention. Until now, he’s been a selfless lover.
His eyes rake over me as he rubs his jaw like he’s mapping out an operational plan. But nothing about his hungry look screams selfless.
His hand drops to my knee and forces me to part my legs. “I want to look into your eyes the first time I take you. After that, we can get creative. If you only knew the things running through my mind, baby. This contract will be my best decision ever.”
“Creative,” I echo and let that word bounce around my already overstimulated brain and steady my voice. “It’s a good thing I trust you.”
His gaze hangs on me for a heavy moment before he looks down his rippled abs, indented V, and to his cock—long, thick, and engorged. He rolls the condom down every inch.
I’ve never been with anyone as old as Devon. Definitely not as strong and rugged. Everything about him, from the inside out, is different for me.
And when he takes me by the hand and pulls me to my feet, my stomach somersaults. “What are you—” I start, but he doesn’t let me finish.
He picks me up again, but this time there’s nothing between us. I wrap my legs around his trim hips. His fingers come straight to my sex where I’m open and splayed for him.
Devon turns and my back hits the dark, paneled wall. He takes my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside as his fingers plunge within me at the same time, like he’s preparing me for what’s to come.
He presses me to the wall as he takes my mouth, and he circles my clit. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on. When he finally lets me go, my pulse is quickening all over again.
His is too. I feel everything. His touch, his heartbeat, his pure and utter strength. But more than anything, his intensity bleeds into me. Instinctively, I draw my knees up his sides. I swear, his blue eyes darken to a shade of indigo.
I’ve just decided it’s my new favorite color.
I lose his fingers when he shifts me. My teeth sink into the flesh of my bottom lip when I feel the tip of his cock at my sex.
His heated stare sinks into my soul. It’s so hot and intense, I feel like he’s branding me. Then he wraps an arm around the small of my back and grips my ass with the other.
We never break the visual bond that connects us just as strong as the physical one when we come together in one strong thrust.
I gasp, and he lets out a rumbled groan. That groan takes over my senses. I can hear it and feel it against my sensitive nipples and where I’m impaled on his hard cock.
I’ve never heard or felt anything more masculine in my life.
“Fuck,” he bites out and doesn’t move. He’s buried in me—root deep—where I feel every inch of him. It’s new and different and a sensation I could easily become addicted to.
I love it.
I press my heels into his rock-hard ass and surge down onto our connection. He puts one muscled arm to the wall over my head. “Brace, baby. There’s no way I can take this slow. You feel too fucking good.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond. I do as he says and grip his wide shoulders as he supports me with one hand, his weight, and his cock.
A first for me.
He wasn’t exaggerating. When he starts to move, it’s more than I’ve ever experienced. It’s so much more.
Devon isn’t just getting off.
He’s powerful and demanding. So different from anything I’ve experienced before. And he wasn’t kidding about wanting to look into my eyes the first time. Every time we come together, it’s not about him or me.
There’s that word again.
Us.
It’s like it’s as essential as our next breath.
His movements become quicker and more erratic. My nails sink into his shoulders so hard, I’m afraid I’ll break skin. I’m forced to hold on tight. When I feel another orgasm creeping through me, I arch my back to press my clit into him every time he pounds into me.
He feels it, too, and moves faster and harder. It’s enough to push me over the edge again.
When my sex pulses around his cock this time, his mouth crashes to mine. He thrusts into me two more brutally beautiful times, waking up parts of me I thought were dead.
Devon presses into me one more time and I realize the skin on my back is hot from the friction against the wall. When I slump against his body from my second orgasm, he wraps me up in his thick arms.
My head falls back from exhaustion as if I wasn’t only here for the ride. His lips make their way from mine to my jaw to the nape of my neck where he traces the skin down to my shoulder with the tip of his tongue.
“Baby,” he calls for me.
That word spills from his lips so naturally, you’d think it was my given name. Nothing forced. Nothing fake.
“Hmm?” I pry my fingers from their death grip on his shoulders.
Ugh. Dead and death. I need to heed my own rule. Morbid words are off the table, both in thoughts and spoken aloud.
“Look at me,” Devon demands.
I force my eyes open and lift my head. The expression I find etched in his handsome face is different, but no less intense. “What?”
There’s no teasing in his tone. “It’s good we made that contract.”
My heart skips an uncertain beat, and I lose my post-orgasmic chill. “Why?”
He presses his cock into me again. “Because if we didn’t have this agreement in place, I’d be the freak who kept the runaway bride locked away in my creepy tower.”
I relax in his arms, and I realize how strong he is. He hasn’t wavered once holding me here. “I canceled the nuptials. I didn’t run anywhere. Don’t make me out to be some nervous princess with cold feet. I saved myself. Get it straight, Devon.”
He leans in and kisses me, softer but longer this time. When he tips his forehead to mine, I feel his sincerity. “I’ll never make that mistake again. I’m sorry you had to do that, baby. Thank God you saved yourself.”
Honesty from a man ... I never knew that could feel so good. I should thank him, but instead I brush my thumb over his scar. “How did you get this?”
He lifts his scarred shoulder like what he says next is no big deal. “Caught a bullet for my little sister. It’s not as big of a deal as it looks.”
My eyes widen, and it’s not lost on me that we’re having this conversation naked when he’s still half hard inside me. “I disagree. A bullet is a big deal.”
He leans in and presses his lips to mine. “Let’s talk about our war stories tomorrow. I don’t want to talk about bullets or scars. I just had you for the first time.”
I glance at the scar one more time, but there’s no way I can argue with that. “Okay, but I’ll hold you to that.”
He changes the subject. “You’re not leaving my room. I don’t give a fuck how disturbing that sounds. If you need something before bed, I’ll get it for you.”
Locked up with Devon for the night.
Since disturbing has a whole new meaning lately, I’ll take being locked up by the owner of The Manor at Winslet. And it looks like I’ll enjoy every minute of it.