A Devil Named DeVere (The Devil DeVere)(104)

Tenderly, he licked the shell of her ear and explored the rounded swell of her belly, biting gently on her lobe while cupping her breasts from behind, squeezing the soft mounds while murmuring dark words of love in her ear. She could feel his hard, hot length pressing into her back and yearned to have him pulsing inside her. "Please, Ludovic," she moaned. "I can't bear it any longer. I already want you so badly it aches."

"Then, my love, let us together relieve your torment." He took her hand and guided it downward to her mons, trapping it with his. "I want you to touch yourself, Diana."

"I-I can't," she replied. "I'd much rather touch you."

"That's not what I asked."

"But—" she made to protest again and he silenced her with his mouth.

Upon releasing her from the kiss he said, "Very well then. You shall do both. We will pleasure one another together."

Ludovic brought her other arm back, guiding himself into her hand. Diana eagerly closed around his staff and gently squeezed, relishing the hot hard feeling of silken steel. Diana closed her eyes, allowing him to guide the movements of her hands, stroking up and down his length with one, while simultaneously stimulating herself with the other. It was a novel form of mutual touch that she found exciting and incredibly erotic—especially when he began rocking his pelvis against her buttocks. "Do you like this, Diana?"

"Yes," she hissed between panting breaths.

"Don't stop," he growled in her ear and released his hand from atop hers. She felt him glide his hand down over her buttocks. "Part your thighs."

Throbbing with want, she was more than eager to comply. Diana whimpered at the sublime sensation of his fingers spearing into her sex, plunging in and out in simulation of coitus." He guided her own fingers to her clitoris, while continuing to stroke her insides and grind against her.

"Come for me, Diana. Now!" He squeezed a nipple and sucked on her neck, sending her catapulting over the edge with a sob. Trembling and panting, she fell back against him, her body rippling with rapturous waves. "Oh no, my love." He chuckled a low and deep rumble against her back. "I am far from finished with you. He waited only long enough for her to come back to earth before he rose and went back into his dressing room from whence he returned with a familiar-looking bottle.

She regarded him quizzically. "Almond oil? You wish me to massage you?"

They had used this substance together many times in his hammam after Salime had first sneaked Diana into his private domain. Diana had arrived in the disguise of an odalisque, with the goal of bringing him to his knees with her newly acquired erotic skills. Instead, it had turned into a night of untold erotic pleasures …and of startling revelations for both of them.

"No, my love. It now serves us quite another purpose."

"Oh?" she asked. "Then what—”

"No more questions, Diana," he interrupted. "You swore to trust me." He dipped his head to take her mouth again, gently at first, gliding his lips smoothly over hers, and then with greater fervor, teasing her with darts of his tongue.

God help me. Will I ever get enough of this man?

"I did and I do," she whispered against his mouth, willing herself to do just that.

He nipped her lips and melded their mouths in an impassioned dance of tongues that re-stoked her passion to a full furor, leaving her lightheaded when he released her once more.

"Lean forward," he commanded, "onto your elbows."

When she hesitated, he helped to ease her into the position, all the while kissing and biting her neck and shoulders, stroking and caressing his hands down her back to anchor at her hips. With her head down and arse raised to him, Diana felt completely exposed and vulnerable. She glanced over her shoulder, and her body quivered. It was a reflexive reaction that he immediately responded to. As if sensing her qualms, he leaned his entire body over hers, running his hands slowly up her sides, touching, caressing, smoothing. Soothing. He took her mouth again while his hands, big, warm, and strong palmed her buttocks. "Remember, my love. Only pleasure."

His warm weight lifted only for a moment. She stole another glance behind to the most decadent sight of Ludovic on his knees stroking himself. Glistening with oil, his magnificent cock stood at full attention. The vision alone made every fiber of her thrum with raw want.

And then he was blissfully there…sliding himself with agonizingly slow strokes within her folds while making her body quiver and her inner walls convulsively contract with the need to be filled. His torturous teasing was at once wonderful and madding…and his smug expression told her he knew precisely what he was about. Unable to resist the overwhelming urge, she squirmed her backside into him with an impatient sound.

"No, not yet," he reprimanded. "I'll give you what you want only after I have what I want. Now close your eyes and breathe slowly." He continued the delicious movement of his shaft while his oil-slickened fingers traced the cleft of her buttocks.

"Please. Don't," she begged, her apprehension returning in a crushing wave.

"Relax, my pet. I would never hurt you."

"I know that," she said, sounding uncertain even to herself.

"Do you?" he asked.

"I don't know, Luvovic. I'm afraid."

"Trust, Diana," he murmured, repeating lowly, "Only pleasure." He punctuated this by guiding his erection into her passage, stretching her as he eased inside, bringing such wondrous fullness, such sweet relief, that she wanted to cry out. He rocked his pelvis against her in a slow and rhythmic motion, moving inside her the same way his fingers continued their play—gently but persistently caressing and circling.