Their tongues twisted and tasted one another, and his lips felt like the softest velvet against hers. It was even better now, basking in the warmth of his glory, than it had been in the dark rainfall of the earlier night. Then, there had been anger mingling with the lust, but now a softer note peaked over it, still hungry, famished for one another, but taking the time to explore each other’s kiss. Gemma’s hands slid up his chest and neck, loving the way his muscles firmed under her fingertips wherever she touched him. Only when she finally came up for air, breathless and a little bit disheveled, did that ugly rationale want to take foot again.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she said quickly, not sure if it was for him or to calm her own frazzled nerves. Devon’s expression went steely for a moment, and then he nodded, smirking that bad boy smile of his.
“I know.”
Gemma yelped as he literally swept her off her feet, dipping her down on the ground with ease. She was laid on her back on a pile of colored silks, with the flat sides of the gold coins just underneath. For a moment, she hesitated, but when his mouth was back on hers, Gemma let go of all her uncertainties. So what if she shouldn’t have been doing it? It was just sex, right? And if she wanted to get down and dirty with the hottest man in the world, she had every right to do so!
I’ll work out all the moral ambiguities later, she told herself, grinning inwardly.
For now, she’d just enjoy herself. As hungrily as his mouth claimed hers, her fingers unbuttoned his shirt with equally hurried motions. The matte black button-up finally came loose, and Devon almost ripped it off of himself, discarding it somewhere over his shoulder. Gemma let her hands trail over his hard, chiseled body, and he reacted immediately.
Devon pressed against her touch, and her nails raked across his carved abs, making him hiss out a breath. She liked hearing that sound. Any sign of weakness from him made her appreciate him more. Knowing he was a man underneath all those scales and spite was something she’d scarcely hoped to see.
Devon’s hot kisses trekked down her neck and chest, finding the zipper of her dress and pulling it open. She helped him take it off of her, and for the briefest second, felt self-conscious as his blue gaze took her in. But there was nothing to be shy about. The look he gave her was pure lust, and the growl that tumbled from his lips made her smile with fevered need.
She wasn’t a small woman but had plenty of curves in all the right places, and though she didn’t need his admiration, she loved basking in it.
He kissed her with fast, hurried pecks like he thought lingering in any one spot would make the other disappear, and his strong hands worshipped her body. Her bra was discarded as easily as her dress had been, and when Devon slipped down her chest to suck one of her nipples into his mouth, Gemma thought she would just explode in his arms right then and there. Her back arched against him, and her hands scuffed through his short, dark hair, tugging at it when he caught her nipple between his teeth, grazing the delicate skin just a little.
Devon growled again, and Gemma knew she had to be wetter than she’d ever been. It had become impossible to deny her attraction for Devon after having spent so much time around him over the past week, and now that it all came to flame, it was like her body couldn’t get enough. She let one hand move down his back, nails dragging white marks on his skin and drawing those delicious, guttural noises from him.
“Oh my god, Devon!” she gasped as his hand slid over her soft stomach and between her legs, rubbing against the lace of her black panties.
“Oh my dragon, please,” he said with a smirk, having released her nipples from his teasing hold. “Do you like that?” he asked, driving Gemma wild with slow, languorous movements as his fingertips pressed against her sex just hard enough to make her squirm under his touch, wishing he’d go further.
She nodded, clinging to him for dear life, little moans dying and coming to life again in her throat.
“Say it, Gem,” he hissed, that almost threatening, predatory grunt in every word. She looked at him with green eyes wide with need and surprise at his aggressiveness, though she knew it shouldn’t catch her off guard. Devon Bluewing was a bad boy, and good girls should know that playing with fire could only get you burned if you weren’t careful. She didn’t want to be careful.
“I like it,” she managed, her voice cracking.
“Do you want me to keep going?” he asked, pressing two fingers against her clit and just hovering there as she bucked against him, desperate for release.
“Yes, please,” she begged, completely surprised by how much it was turning her on that he was making her beg like that. Gemma had never been with a man who took charge like that, and she found herself gushing with excitement, ready to bend to his will – at least in sex. “Please fuck me, Devon. Please!”