Steal the Light (Thieves #1)(98)

Yes. That was the problem. “I can’t live like that.”

He started to lift the bottom of my dress toward my waist, his fingers sliding against my skin, making me shiver. He kissed me again, his tongue sliding deep this time. My leg drifted up, tangling around his body. All of my problems seemed to drift away. I wasn’t thinking about Daniel or the Council or the fact that I glowed. Dev couldn’t see my glow. He didn’t give a shit about my blood. He just wanted me.

He untied the back of my dress and let it slip to the floor. A sigh escaped his chest as he looked down at the tops of my breasts. Long fingers traced the curves of both mounds. “This won’t be a one-night stand for me, Zoey. I want to be with you. If you’re using me for a single night of sex, you should know it won’t work. I intend to make you want to stay with me, to crave me, to never leave me.”

“Dev, I want to try.” I pulled at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin. “Not just for a night.”

His hands wrapped around and twisted the clasp of my bra in a single, easy movement. He slid it off and tossed it away. His hands slid up to my breasts, cupping them, flicking at my nipples. “That’s a good thing, baby, because once I get inside, I don’t think I’ll want to leave.”

He leaned over and kissed me softly before he picked me up. He walked to his desk and with one hand shoved everything off and down to the floor. He laid me out on the desktop, and before I knew what was happening, he had my panties off, sliding them down my legs.

I relaxed, every muscle softening for the first time in weeks. This was a good place to be. I wasn’t worried. I was happy. And Dev proved what an amazingly dirty boy he was. He shoved my knees apart and sank to the floor.

“It’s a crime, you know.” He smiled, a ridiculously decadent grin on his face.

I held my head up. I was naked on his desk, and it felt right. I should have been self-conscious but I just felt lovely. Dev and I didn’t have a past. There was nothing between us but pure desire, and he could have anyone he wanted.

But he was here with me. It made my ego surge and someplace deep inside went calm and happy. Something in Dev called to me, but it was a simple thing. “Crime? What do you mean?”

He grinned just before he leaned down and ran that ridiculously talented tongue over my *. “You’re married to a vampire. It’s a serious thing in our world.”

My eyes practically rolled back in my head. He sucked on my clit. Dear god, I could barely think. Every goddamn cell in my body was standing at attention. “I still don’t understand the crime part.”

Dev sucked my clit into his mouth. I nearly screamed. Every cell in my body lit up at the pleasure coursing through my system. His tongue dragged against me and there was a deep moan as though he thought I tasted like heaven.

His eyes were heavy as he looked up my body. “I assure you the Council will see it as a crime. And I don’t care. I’ll risk it to be with you. I’m crazy about you, Zoey. I’ve worked for years building these businesses but now all I want is to be inside you, baby.”

He licked me again, causing me to shake and shiver. “What does it mean? The law thing?”

He rubbed his nose in my *. “It means Daniel has the right to kill me.”

I nearly came off the desk. “What?”

He pushed me back down, flattening my body to the desk. His weight anchored me. “Stop. You’re mine until the minute you tell me you’re not. I’ll handle the fallout. Baby, I want you so bad. I’ll risk anything. I don’t care what their rules are. We can make our own.”

It was a mistake. I knew it. And I couldn’t stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

“Yes, Dev.” It was just what I needed to hear. That he would risk for me. That he would let me risk for him. Tears of pure joy pricked my eyes. No past weighed us down. But a possible future had just opened up in front of me.

“I like the sound of that. You keep that up. Yes, Dev.” He unbuckled his belt and slipped his pants off, kicking them to the side before reaching out to his desk drawer. He held a condom in his hand. “Touch me.”

His cock stood out. It was huge. I looked at it, studied it, really. I totally believed that his grandfather had been a Green Man because that cock was superlative. It was thick and long and stood up against his belly, almost reaching his navel. I reached out and wrapped my hand around him, loving the way his eyes closed in pleasure the moment we came in contact. I pumped his cock in my hand, memorizing the feel of it. Soft skin covered a rigid hardness that made my heart pound.

He shook his head. “Stop, baby. I don’t want to come in your hand.”

I pulled my hand away, but not before brushing against him one last time.

He slipped the condom over his dick.

He was willing to fight. He was willing to go against the rules to get inside me, so I wrapped my legs around him and let him in. He thrust, forcing himself in inch by inch. He reached down and played with my breasts, pinching my nipples as he forced himself inside.

I let him, reveling in the close contact. I had only wanted—really wanted—two men in my whole life, and the second one pushed his cock inside and touched my womb. He let himself go, thrusting in and out and lighting up my flesh. My legs wound around his waist and held on for dear life. He was in control. He played my body like a fine instrument. In and out. In and out. Over and over again.