The Devil You Know (13 page)

“I’m still hard as a spike and throbbing like hell,” he answered

tightly. “Do you wish to explore the second heaven now, Diana?” He

bent over her, murmuring low and husky against her mouth. “Let me

inside you now, and I will awaken you to
all
the ways of love.”

He kissed her again, gently, tenderly at first, a whisper-soft brush

and then traced her lips with his tongue. She flicked out her own and

tasted the salty, sweet tang of her own passion still lingering on his

mouth. The realization renewed the empty pang inside her. He deep-

ened the kiss, and she rose up against him. He broke away to shed his

silk banyan and reached for the placket of his breeches.

She sat up. “No. Please. Allow me.”

He dropped his hands to his sides. His mouth twisted wryly.

“Whatever your heart desires.” With anticipation and trembling fin-

gers, Diana fumbled with the buttons containing his straining sex.

Freed at last, his manhood eagerly sprang forth. She stared, mesmer-

ized by the smooth, purplish head, the long, thick shaft jutting from

the nest of dark hair. She reached out but faltered. “I want to touch

you, Ludovic. I want to give you pleasure, but I don’t know how.”

“You’ve never fondled a man’s cock?”

“No, but I want to now.” Her tongue darted over her lips. “If you

would like it.”

“Oh, I’d like much more than that,” he growled. He took her hand

and wrapped it around his turgid shaft. Tightening her grip around

him, he slowly guided her hand down his length and up again. He

was hot and hard, and smooth and silky, and felt like heaven in her

hand. She squeezed and felt the pulsing throb of him. She slid her

hand back up and down, finding a smooth steady rhythm, and stole

a look at his face. His thick lashes shadowed his high cheekbone, his

jaw was clenched, his body taut. The heady sensation returned to her

in a rush. Growing more daring, she circled his smooth head with her

thumb, spreading the seeping bead of wetness, making it slick. Sud-

denly his hand seized her wrist. His eyes glittered. His mouth was set

in a grim line.

“Playtime is over now, Diana. Either use that lush mouth of yours,

or let me fill your sweet quim.”

She looked daunted

***

by the thought. “My mouth?” she repeated.

“Like you did to me?”

“That lesson can wait,” he replied tersely. Though excessively

fond of oral pleasures, the last thing Ludovic wanted was to intimi-

date or repulse her, but
damn
how he needed release.
Now.
Impatient to plunge into her, he shed his breeches and swiftly returned to her,

caging her body beneath his, his mouth on her breast. He pressed his

thigh between hers, urging them apart. She moaned and clutched him

to her chest as his free hand guided the head of his cock to the swol-

len lips of her slick sex, sliding it in her folds, circling around her nub,

rubbing the whole length of him in her dew and making her writhe.

He fought down the urge to thrust wildly into her then and there.

Her urgent supplication bade his hands to seek the swells of her

buttocks. He slid beneath them, raising her hips, spreading her wide.

Her dewy pink lips unfurled to his view, reminding him of an exotic

flower, an orchid in full bloom, her beautiful quim open and beckon-

ing. It was the most exquisitely erotic sight. He thumbed the pulsing

bud, and she whimpered. Still, he drank her in, licking his finger and

stroking along her delicate folds with lust-filled fascination, until the

hot surge of blood to his shaft and the tightening in his bollocks told

him he’d had his visual fill.

He guided her long sleek legs while she gripped his shoulders.

“Wrap your thighs around my waist.” She surrounded him with her

silky flesh and undulated, grinding her mons against him. She cried

out, tearing at his hair, desperate for his possession. “Now. Please,

Ludovic. Take me. Fill me up.”

A primal sound escaped his throat as he plunged into her hot

sheath in one deep, gliding stroke. She rewarded him with a sultry

moan, and he jerked his hips with a grunt, impelling himself deeper,

fully impaling her on his staff. He gripped her hips, pinning her in

place as she stretched to accommodate his full length and breadth,

her frenetically pulsing passage milking his manhood with delectable

ripples while his heart pounded against his ribcage.

Dear God in heaven.
She was tight and wet and smooth as silk, and

he feared he would combust if either of them moved. He held her

thusly for an interminable heartbeat, and then she began to tremble

beneath him, the first stage of her impending orgasm.

He pulled back and thrust in again. She gasped. Her sex spasmed

tighter about him, and he was suddenly lightheaded, the blood roar-

ing in his ears. “Kiss me,” she whispered and rose up to him. He

crushed his mouth down on hers, and his mind blurred to all but the

urge to pound into her until they both exploded.

He had filled her with
***

his sex. Hot and throbbing, her body

strained to adjust. It was part pain, part pleasure and the most exqui-

site agony she’d ever known. She was already writhing with the need

for release. “Kiss me,” she whispered. And then his mouth was on

hers, his tongue plunging in and out, sucking and swirling in rhythm

with the hammering force of his sex. Plunge and drag. Sweet, slick

friction. She clutched his shoulders, her fingers gouging his flesh, urg-

ing him on. He drove into her fiercely, relentlessly.

Breathing ragged, bodies coated in a thin sheen of sweat, the slap

of flesh on flesh, the pressure increasing. Too much. Not enough. Ris-

ing higher. Dipping back. Harder. Faster. Spiraling out of control, her

body jerked, and her orgasm came crashing, ripping over her in pul-

sating waves. Her sex contracted in a last powerful spasm that rip-

pled through her, leaving her in final breathless, boneless repletion.

Ludovic cried out, a guttural sound, before he jerked out of her body,

shuddering and spilling hot jets of liquid fire over her. He collapsed

against her with a groan, rolling her into his arms, her head pillowed

by his body.

Her cheek resting against a chest still sounding a rapid drumbeat

and steadily slowing to an even thud with his longer deeper respira-

tions, she closed tear-filled eyes. Her heart surged inside her chest

with gratitude...and something more she couldn’t define. They had

exchanged no words after their mutual release, but to Diana, there

were none sufficient to express her awe in the heart-sundering rapture

she had experienced. In this warm cocoon of wondrous well-being she

slipped into sated slumber.

***

Diana awoke hours later to feel a warm, stirring sensation against

her thigh. In the pale light of dawn, she stole a look at her lover’s

face, for there was no denying now what he had become to her in one

passion-filled night. They were lovers now in truth, her reality now

far exceeding her nocturnal fantasies. She thought about what he had

done to her, how he had worshipped her body with his own, had led

her to soaring heights without demanding anything more than she

was willing to offer in return. It filled her with warmth, with the need

to give back.

Her gaze lingered on the strong profile, the half-smile curving his

soft, sensuous mouth, the wonderful wicked mouth that had wrought

pure rapture. Her eyes drifted to the throbbing pulse of his neck, and

she was suddenly filled with the powerful urge to lick it, to trace the

column of it, to suckle his nipples, to pleasure him in every way he

had her. She lifted the sheet and drank in the delicious vision of the

lean, sculpted muscle and sinew that formed the solid wall of his ab-

domen, the erotic trail of black hair leading to his phallus, semi-erect

in its nest of dark curls and resting benignly against her thigh. Her

stomach fluttered at the remembrance of what he had wanted from

her. An illicit shiver rippled through her at the thought of putting her

mouth on his sex. She wondered if she dared, but desire soon over-

came trepidation.

Her hair curtained his face as she feathered kisses against his

strong, square jaw. Drifting downward, she enacted her wish and

licked his neck, teasing with her tongue. She shifted her weight onto

his body, and he stirred beneath her, his arousal surging upward, his

hands moving automatically to grip her buttocks before his lashes

had even fluttered fully open. She shifted deftly out of his grasp. He

reached for her.

“No,” she said. “It is my turn now.”

Vivid, blue eyes met hers, questioning from beneath hooded lids.

She licked her lips and traced her tongue around the disk of his

nipple. “Do you like that?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied. “You are wonderfully sensuous, Diana.”

“Teach me,” she insisted. “Show me what pleases you.” She

moved to his other nipple and gave it an experimental nibble.

He groaned. “Your wish to do so is an aphrodisiac in itself.”

“No. That is not enough. I want to give you the same mindless

pleasure you gave me.”

His eyes narrowed. His erection reared up between them, tenting

the sheet. “Don’t tease, minx. You’ll get far more than you bargained

for.”“Really?” she challenged, his ominous look heating her blood.

Emboldened to prove herself, she reached for him, grasping his sex in

her hand while her mouth played over his abdomen, growing more

fevered as she followed the seductive trail to the object of her desire.

She crept down his body, licking, kissing, biting as her hand worked

his shaft. She gripped him harder, closed her eyes, and brushed her

lips across the sensitive tip. The smooth sleek texture of him surprised

her. She stretched out her tongue, gliding across the purple head, giv-

ing an experimental flick to the underside of his shaft.

He jumped in her hand. “Sweet Jesus.” He groaned and palmed

her head. “Please, just take me in.”

“In? You want to be
inside
my mouth?” He was large and thick, his

length daunting. She felt her courage falter.

“Yes. Speaking bluntly, I want you to open your beautiful lips and

swallow me whole...but if the notion unsettles you...”

“No,” she answered softly. “I just didn’t know...what you ex-

pected...”

“I would never ask anything that repulses you, Diana. The act of

love should only bring pleasure. Don’t take me in your mouth unless

you
want
this. I kissed and tongued you because I love the taste and

scent of you, because it excites the hell out of me to make you come

with my mouth. Do this because you are hungry for me, because it

excites you to take me to the brink of the abyss, or don’t do it at all.”

He was hard and hot and throbbing in her hand, and she could

see the stark desire in his eyes. He wanted it so badly, yet he still did

not demand. The knowledge was bolstering and incredibly arousing.

“Yes,” she said. “I want you in my mouth. I want to taste your

desire, to give you bliss.”

***

She dipped her head, and her parted lips were gliding over him

with more confidence, her tongue circling his crown, exploring the

tiny slit and the bead of salty moisture with delicious, little darts. His

breath hitched.

“Good. That’s very good,” he encouraged, gently cupping her

nape, riffling her silky hair. “Open your mouth now, Diana, and take

me in. Slowly. Breathe through your nose. Use your lips, your tongue.

No teeth,” he added brusquely.

She closed her eyes and opened to him, laving with her tongue as

his length slid inch by inch into the wondrous wetness of her mouth.

“Relax, Diana. Pull me deeper,” he commanded, tamping down

the urge to thrust. “Suck upon the release. Harder. Use that velvet

tongue.”

She answered with an effort that was unschooled but heavenly,

a decadent delight. He lost himself in the euphoria of her hands and

lips, the swirl of her tongue drawing him deep into her mouth, the

sultry sucking sounds, the pulling of sweet friction on the release.

“God, yes,” he groaned as he threaded his fingers through her

hair. Her rhythm increased with the encouragement, her mouth be-

coming a voracious vortex of pleasure. Every fiber of his being fired

with exquisite sensation. His vision blurred, his sac contracted. He

was going to explode
hard.
But not this way. Not this time.

“Enough,” he growled. His bollocks throbbed with agonizing

pressure to release his essence. Still, he withdrew from her mouth.

“But you haven’t...”

“No. I won’t come in your mouth. Not the first time,” he said,

tamping down the powerful compulsion to do just that. Instead, he

flipped her onto her stomach and straddled her thighs. He slid a hand

under her belly to raise her hips, and she bucked under him with a

strangled sound.

“No! Please don’t!” she cried out with a hysterical sob and bur-