Devlin UnLeashed(25)

But it wasn’t okay. It never had been and never would be.

“I’m not crazy.” I wasn’t convinced by my own words, but I needed to say them. “I fucking saw you.”

“I know. I know you did, baby. And I’m sorry.” Her soft hands soothed me. Her worried eyes told me she was lying to appease my anxiety.





Juliana

He was losing grip on reality.

I’d suspected it from the few odd moments when he’d lost focus and the out of place comments, but now I was absolutely certain Devlin suffered mental breaks. I had held him in my arms for quite a while before his rapid pulse calmed. He latched onto me, clutching me to him with a crushing grip.

The club was empty and had been long before Devlin came stumbling down the stairs, arms flailing as if pushing through a crowd. Eric hadn’t wanted to leave me alone with him after Devlin’s erratic behavior was followed by bizarre accusations. Devlin wasn’t dangerous, though. Just confused.

The DJ had disappeared with Eric, leaving the music pumping through the club. Even with the bass thudding, I still heard Devlin’s rapid heartbeats as I pressed my head to his chest.

“I need you.” Devlin’s lips pressed into the curve of my neck, fingers digging into my waist.

“Maybe we should get you home.”

“No.” He pushed back enough to look into my eyes. “Are you mine?”

I nodded as he walked me backward, my back hitting a large speaker.

“I’m not crazy.”

“I know.”

“I need you.” He pushed his erection against my belly. “I want to fuck you here. Now.”

I wanted to help him, but I wasn’t sure this was the way. Still, I let him lift me up and sit me atop the speaker. He yanked my skirt up to my waist, tore my panties with a sharp tug—exposing my pussy to his hungry gaze. I tried to tug my skirt down, but Devlin pulled it from my grip. I searched the dark recesses of the club. “What if someone sees us? Where’d the DJ go?”

He smirked before the warm, wet swipe of his tongue cut all words and care from my mind.

Holy shit!

He devoured me. He sucked, then licked, then buried his tongue so deep inside me, zaps of pleasure raced up my spine. He spread me with his fingers. The bass thumping from the speaker vibrated my core. Devlin danced his tongue along the lips of my pussy then licked the underside of my clit. With a stiff tongue, he abused it magnificently.

Devlin moved a hand underneath my shirt, yanked my bra down, and cupped my breast. He flicked my hard nipple, sucked on a finger and rolled the wet digit around over the tightened bud. I was a ball of vibrating sensations. The fast paced rhythm of his tongue as it played me like an instrument was far more enjoyable than anything coming from the speaker.

I came with a surprised bark, gasping for air. Devlin flattened his tongue, running it slowly up and down my slit, effectively drawing out my climax until I couldn’t tell if the speakers were vibrating or if my body was just trembling that fucking hard.

He dragged me off the large speaker and turned me so I was facing away from him. I pressed my arms against the speaker because my legs were unsteady. Devlin pushed down on the base of my back, spread my ass, and then pushed his hard, throbbing erection into my still clenching pussy.

“Mmm...” My body hummed along with my word.

His first strokes were long and gentle, so when he fisted my hair and slammed his cock into me, my body jerked from the abrupt change. Spasms of pleasure ran through my core.

“Tell me I’ve always owned this pussy.”

I bit down on my lower lip as his erratic strokes caused starbursts behind my eyelids. I wanted to say yes. No one had ever mastered my body the way he did, but there was one man. One man who’d held my passion captive until Devlin had unleashed it.

He slapped my ass hard, the painful sting fusing in my head with the incredible pleasure, and leaving me speechless from the overload of sensation.

His strokes became a sharp, direct assault on my over-stimulated body and frazzled mind. I saw rainbows and unicorns and all the fucking things that were beautiful, as he brought the most stunning sense of bliss to my body.

He cupped my breast and pinched my nipples. “How long has this pussy been mine?” His growled words told me my answer was a threat to his sanity.

“Forever.”

And either way I would’ve answered would’ve sent him over the edge. He fucked me to the beat, with the beat. He was the fucking beat of my heart, the pulse that aroused me, and the siren song that enchanted me. Devlin Ward had laid claim and branded me with a fire so hot even the iciest day couldn’t freeze my heart over.

“I want you dirty.”

“What do you mean?”