The Devil's Match (The Devil DeVere #4)(37)

Filled with smug satisfaction, Diana raised her head, tilting it toward him for better reach, circling and swirling the bulbous head with her tongue. His hands came over hers, squeezing her tighter, rocking his hips, a rictus of rapture coming over his face.

“Please, take me in your mouth,” he panted, “however you are able.”

Sensing it would bring him imminent climax, Diana pulled back, releasing both mouth and breasts. His eyes snapped open, and a primal sound erupted from his chest.

“No, Efendi”—she gave him a taunting smile—”it’s not time yet, for that’s only number two.”

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“I could finish it myself, you know.” He loomed over her ominously. “I could just fist my cock and spurt my seed all over that smooth, white belly of yours.”

“You could...but you won’t,” she challenged back.

“No?” he asked and moved as if to carry out his threat.

She arched a brow. “No, you won’t. You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Fuck it all, yes!” he cried, sitting back on his heels. “You’re driving me insane!”

She laughed a low and sultry sound. “That is the intent. I am given to understand the final release will be as if you are transported to the third heaven. It is why I came—to bring you to your knees.”

“If you want me on my knees, I seem to recall making that offer not so long ago. But six times? That’s a very dangerous proposition you make.”

“Perhaps,” she said, giving him an artless lift of her brow. “Do you suppose you lack the fortitude?”

He emitted a rumbling laugh and wrapped her hand around his hot, hard, pulsing length. “Does it appear as if I do?”

He noted her hard swallow. “Appearances can sometimes be deceiving.”

“Not in this case, my dear. And if you insist on six times, I am more than happy to oblige you...but it will be in as many different ways.”

“Six ways?” She sat up with a blink. “Are there still so many more?”

“As I have said before, there are countless paths to pleasure, and we have only explored a fraction of them between us. Now I ask you, and only once, for there will be no turning back—do you still wish to carry on with this game of yours?”

She licked her lips and met his gaze with steeliness. “I do,” she said. “I wish to explore all there is between us, Ludovic, and in any way you can conceive; for how else can this thing”—she gestured wildly between them—”come to its final and inevitable conclusion?”

He gave her a predatory smile. “How else, indeed?”





Chapter Fifteen





Her hand was still wrapped around him, and he was still slick with oil. Diana squeezed lightly, loving the feel of him in her hand. She gazed up at him with her most seductive smile and ran her tongue slowly over her lips. “Lie down, Ludovic,” she commanded. “You wanted me to take you in my mouth. It is my wish now to do so.”

“So this is to be my third torture? I am to suffer the agony of your delectable mouth?” His pupils flared with desire.

“Yes,” she replied.

“And such a lovely mouth it is.” He brushed his thumb along the seam of her gently parted lips. “You were made for this, Diana.” He kissed her again, slowly, deeply, thoroughly, gently nibbling the tender flesh of her lower lip and sucking it into his mouth before slowly releasing. It was a kiss intended to rekindle the flames smoldering deep in her belly. It did much more.

She pressed him backward. He complied readily until she attempted to straddle his legs as he had done earlier to her.

“No,” he said. “Turn around.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I want you to face away from me.”

“But that places my—”

“delectable bottom within reach? Precisely, my dear.” His words held an underlying menace, a promise of the most illicit and decadent retaliation that set every nerve on full alert. “You may do your worst, love, but just remember, two can play the same game.”

With her pulse racing in anticipation of his threat, Diana lowered her nether half onto his chest, her senses awaking to the feel of his warm, hard body against her sensitive inner thighs and the light brush of his chest hair against her bottom. She knelt forward, allowing her loose hair to cascade over his sex, caressing it in a silken fall. She was aware that the motion lifted her arse and exposed her most feminine places to his seeking gaze. Although discomposing to her, she knew he would find it unbearably arousing.

Holding his staff in one hand, she caressed his heavy sac with the other while plying whisper-soft kisses around the periphery and down the underside of his kam??. She closed her eyes, relishing the softness of his flesh against her mouth before parting her lips. A subtle shudder overtook him as she drew him into her mouth, and she smiled inwardly. He will soon be reduced to wet clay, indeed!

Or so she thought...until the first touch of his hand. He cupped the globes of her buttocks, stroking both his thumbs along her cleft in a light and rhythmic caress that was impossible to ignore. Intent on distraction, she drew another inch of him into her mouth, gliding and swirling her tongue along his length and sucking hard upon the near-release.

He slid his hands lower, his thumbs caressing the moist folds of her labia. Dear God! It has been so long. He delved deeper, parting her folds, tracing, teasing, locating her hidden nub, circling it with those all-too-skillful fingers. She couldn’t suppress it any longer. She moaned, a noise that reverberated in her mouth, the vibrations eliciting a low guttural sound.