Chapter 28
Devlin calledhours ago and said he's got news to talk to me about. Said he went to see my father. He didn't want to tell me more over the phone, but he should be back any minute now.
I switch between channels, trying to let the time go by faster. Did he finally convince my dad that Mason is a tool and I shouldn't be forced to marry him? That would be something. Would save me from confronting Mason. If I never see him again, that would be great.
As I put on a random TV show, the front door creaks, and in a flash, I'm off the bed and running toward him.
"Hey, baby…" His thick accent, that erotic look in his eyes when I jump into his arms, makes me feel like the luckiest woman on earth.
My legs tighten around his hips, my heels pressing into his ass.
"I've missed you." His voice drops into a seductive timbre, and arousal grows within me.
I lean down and kiss him once, and a growl rips out of him.
He fists my hair, his tongue invading my mouth as he backs me to the wall so he can kiss me deeper. My bare core rubs around his belt and I moan, needing more.
Breathlessly, he pitches back, hooded eyes raking every inch of my face, his palm cupping my cheek. My body warms, and I smile at him like he's the summer sun in the middle of winter, keeping me warm.
"Can you say that again?" I ask, pressing my cheek to his chest.
"I missed you, lass."
"Mm…" My flesh prickles. "I like how that sounds."
A moan slips out, and he pushes himself in between my thighs, a devilish grin fastening to his features. He holds me like I weigh nothing, working my hips on him as his gaze bores deeper.
"You're mine now. You're gonna hear it a lot."
The promise in his voice feels like he means it, that we can be together. His mouth latches on to my throat, and he kisses up to my jaw until his lips capture mine.
His groaning, the way he sucks my tongue into his… My God, I never knew how good it could be.
He pulls back and searches my eyes for seconds or minutes, I don't know, but I want it to last forever.
"I love you," he says, and my breath hitches.
"Wh-what?"
He laughs huskily. "You heard me. I love you with my whole heart, Eriu Quinn. I was waiting to say it after we were married, but I can't wait anymore."
"Oh my God… What?" My emotions slam into the back of my throat, and I kiss him with every passion in my being, my lips roughly moving with his. "Did you just say married?"
"Aye. It's exactly what I said, and I mean it. Once we figure things out and I get your father's permission, I plan to ask you if you'll be my wife."
The back of my nose stings, and tears fill the rims of my lower lashes. "Of course I'll say yes."
"You promise?" A hand sinks into the back of my head, his fingers slicing into my hair.
"With my whole heart."
With a grunt, he slams my lips to his and kisses me with fiery passion, my body blazing like the sun. He pushes our bodies deeper, moving us past the door. Every cell in my body needs this man.
Wrenching back breathlessly, his mouth glistens as he says, "I need you to hold on for me, love."
Before I can wonder why, he flips me upside down, and I yelp, my fingers grasping his thighs. He positions my legs over his shoulders and my pussy against his warm, enticing mouth.
"Mmm…" He grunts. "Been dreaming about you like this, taking your pink pussy into my mouth while your body trembles, unable to hold on."
"Oh my God, Devlin…" The heat of his mouth and the slow way it feathers over my clit has me jolting and begging. "Please! Please! Don't stop!"
I never knew I would beg for such things, but now it's all I wanna do.
"What do you need?" The tip of his tongue lazily swipes into my middle.
"I need to come… It hurts so bad…" I whimper, needing his tongue again.
His husky laughter vibrates into my center, making me throb even more. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?"
The outline of his cock is thick and heavy. And I want to taste him too.
"Devlin, please, I can't take any more!"
"You won't have to."
Then his mouth latches on to my clit and he sucks, his tongue rolling there, flicking slow, then fast, bringing me to the edge and then back down.
"Oh God, yes!" My nails dig into his muscled thighs, my body trembling as the release makes its way closer.
The rush of heat permeates my veins, but he doesn't stop driving me wild. There's a tight coiling in my gut, the release so close I can taste it.
"Faster, please!"
I hold on tight, afraid I'll fall, but his hold on my calves is strong. He won't let me fall.
He groans, lapping and sucking until I'm there, screaming his name.
"Yes! Devlin, oh God!"
His own moans are deep and raspy, his expert tongue flicking faster. I jolt as he swipes me again and again before he slows, kissing up the insides of my thighs.
He flips me back, and my legs wrap around his hips as he takes my mouth, kissing me with a passion so intense, I don't know where I end and he begins.
Fingertips run up my spine, sinking into my hair like it's his favorite spot.
Roughly, he yanks me back. "We're supposed to be talking."
"We are talking." My teeth sink around my lower lip.
"Oh, hell. Don't bite your lip like that."
"Why not?" I hike a sassy brow.
"Because I'm gonna end up feckin' you before we have a chance to do more talking, and believe me, you're gonna like what I have to say."
"I bet I will…" I kiss along his jaw, his erection rubbing up against my center deliciously.
And a thought hits me…
Maybe I can give him what he gave me. Maybe he can teach me.
Hesitantly, I reach down, my pulse slamming in my ears as I curl a hand around his cock.
"Jesus Christ, baby…" He throws his head back and shuts his eyes. "What are you doing?"
My cheeks warm. "I want to learn how to do what you did to me."
His eyes bug out. I swear I have never seen them this way.
"Are you serious?" The disbelief in his tone is comical, and I stifle a laugh.
"Yes." Of course I'm nervous that I'm gonna somehow do it all wrong, but I wanna try. "Unless you think I'll be terrible at it. Which, in that case, maybe I shouldn't because, I mean, I wouldn't wanna embarrass myself and I?—"
His jaw grits as he peers at me, his voice raspy as he says, "It'd be my honor to feck your pretty mouth, Ms. Quinn."
I'm not quite sure what just happened, but I think my heart may have stopped beating.
Nope, definitely did.
"Go on, then." He tucks my chin between two fingers. "Get on your knees and undo my belt."
I pant, my stomach tightening as he lowers me to the floor, and there's a fifty percent chance I may collapse.
Before I can change my mind, I drop to my knees and look up at him, my nerve endings pulsating with desire and uncertainty.
His intense gaze meets my uneasy one, and I look straight instead, my jittery hands tugging his belt as I start to undo it. His breathing is heavy while the clasping sound of metal echoes through the room, inflating my already frazzled nerves.
"Look at me when you do that," he commands, capturing my hair and jerking my head back to meet his fiery stare—equal parts affection, desire, and dominance.
My God, I'll do anything he wants right now.
"That's it. Good girl. Keep going," he praises as the belt comes undone, the zipper sliding down.
With both hands, I grab his pants and boxers, dragging them down slowly, our eyes locked until his cock juts out, thick, hard, the veins practically ripping from within.
I can't believe that thing was actually inside me.
He must notice the feral attention I give it, because he chuckles. "Shall I remind you how well your pussy took me? Now let's see what your mouth can do."
Oh God, dirty-talking Devlin is even hotter than the broody one.
"What do I do first?" I breathe, my heart beating beyond control.
His smile treks up one side. "Wrap your hand around the bottom, like this…" He takes my wrist and curls my fingers around the base of his erection. "Now stroke up like this." He moves our hands up and down his shaft, from root to tip. "Jesus feckin' Christ. Just like that, but tighter." He cinches my grasp.
"I won't hurt you?"
"No, love. Do it just like I showed you. Then put your lips around the top and do as your hand just did. Suck it into your mouth and take as much of it as you can while keeping your hand wrapped tight."
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod.
He removes his hand from mine and clasps the back of my head instead.
"You may not be able to take all of me, not at first, but that's okay." He strokes my cheek with his knuckles. "Take your time and remember to breathe out of your nose. Don't want this to hurt you."
I drag in a silent breath, my insides quivering while I stare at his erection, not sure where I want to start.
"You don't have to if you don't want to." He tilts my chin to meet his eyes.
"I do want to. I'm just scared I'll do it wrong." My face heats up.
"Nothing you do would ever be wrong."
My heart skips a beat, and I drop my lips to the tip of his erection and plant a kiss there.
"Feck." He releases a groan, and his cock jerks.
I look up to make sure that was okay. Do girls do that? Or is this childish? I hate feeling like I don't know what I'm doing!
His brows furrow like he's in pain.
"Did I do something wrong?" My pulse speeds up.
I must've.
His mouth clenches into a tight line, and his fingers rough into my hair.
"Do that again." His voice is low and almost shaky.
"What?" I whisper.
"Kiss my cock like that again."
Oh…
My heartbeats soar to a hurried crescendo, and I do. I kiss him there once, twice, my tongue sneaking out to taste him. And the growl that emanates from his lungs is so masculine and deep, I squeeze my legs from the need unfurling there.
"I've never had anyone kiss me like that before," he husks.
A smile curls on my face as I peer up. "And no one ever will."
I don't know where that came from, but the thought of some other woman doing what I am to him… It would kill me.
"Mm." He rolls all my hair around his wrist and drops his face an inch from mine. "That's right, baby. Claim me," he says, stealing all my breaths away, kissing me hard and fast, before he pushes me into his erection.
"Suck. Now."
Without separating my eyes from him, I sink my mouth around the head of his cock and take it whole.
"Oh, shite, yes…keep doing whatever the hell you're doing."
I realize I like it when he praises me, so I continue to take more of him, his hard-on pulsating down into my throat until I gag so hard I can't breathe.
"Yes, feck, that's good."
His palm keeps me prisoner around him, like he doesn't want me to move a fraction. And neither do I.
I learn that I enjoy bringing him pleasure, and I want to do that. I want to gag on him. I bob my head up and down, trying not to use my teeth, but my God, this is hard. My cheeks burn, but I continue with fervor, peering up at him, his face twisted up in absolute want.
"That's it," he moans. "Keep sucking me with that virgin mouth. You're doing so good."
My own need becomes untamable, and all I want is to feel him inside me again, his eyes on me as he thrusts.
I keep working him, and his palm forces me all the way down until I gag again.
"You sound perfect taking me so deep. Never felt anything better in my life except when I feel your pussy ripple around me."
Everything he says, the way he sounds, it's all making me more aroused, an achy throbbing between my thighs.
"Feck, I'm close. Keep suckin' me, baby." His fingers spread in my hair as I slide my mouth up, then all the way down. "Yes, that's it. Good girl. Don't stop. Gonna coat your throat with my cum."
My hand strokes him while I continue to pull him deeper into my throat, tasting his precum. His erection grows tight, jerking against my tongue.
Before I know what's happening, a loud groaning thunders in his chest. His hand keeps my mouth locked against the base of his cock as warmth shoots down my throat.
"Feck…yes…" His hips thrust into me over and over, as though he can't stop.
My body heats at the thought that I was able to do that. Give him this much pleasure.
When he's through, he yanks my head back and blows a whoosh of an exhale. "You sure you've never done that before?"
Gripping my lower lip with my teeth, I smile and shake my head.
"Good. Because that's all mine now too." He raises his pants back up, but leaves the zipper undone before he's lifting me in the air.
My legs wind around him as he kisses me softly this time. It's like he wants me to know that this thing between us is beyond just sex, beyond the physical. But I already knew that.
He carries me to the bedroom, lowering me onto his bed.
His hands grab his t-shirt, and he tugs it over his head before he's stepping out of his pants, and somehow he's hard again.
Lazily, he strokes himself, watching me, his erection getting thicker.
I follow his lead and slip out of my shirt too, and his jaw tenses, his fist tightening around the crown of his cock.
Hungrily, his gaze caresses a path down my body, every hill and valley his to climb. I feel not an ounce of shame. I'm every bit his, and he's every bit mine.
He stalks forward, settling on top of me, and I welcome his weight, spreading my thighs open for him.
"I'm not wearing a condom." He grabs his cock and the tip nudges my entrance. "If I'm lucky, I'll get you pregnant by the end of tonight."
"I'm on the pill, remember?" My grin widens.
But he only smirks and thrusts deep enough for the familiar stars to spread before my eyes.
"Don't worry, love…" His lips feather against my throat. "I'll find a way around that."
After the multiple orgasms, we finally started talking. I can't believe my father had this whole thing with Mason planned! He could've told me! But I understand why he didn't. Devlin had to see how scared I was, and in the end, it worked out anyway. I have no energy to be mad at my father.
"This is probably the best news ever." I grin.
Things are finally working out for us. We can be happy.
"Why didn't you just ask for my father's blessing when you spoke?"
He clears his throat. "I wanted to give him time to sit on the news. But he approves of us, so I'm sure he won't have a problem with it when I do. If he does, then I'll fight for you, Eriu. Because I'm not letting you go for anything or anyone."
My smile spreads so wide, my cheeks ache. I place a hand across his stubbly cheek. "I love you, Devlin."
"That's a good thing." He winks. "It'd be a lot harder to marry you if you didn't."
With a sigh, I lower my face across his chest and burrow into him as he holds me close to his beating heart. I could really get used to this.
"So, about what you said? Getting me pregnant. Uh…"
"What is it?" He wrenches my chin up with a tilt of his hand.
"I don't think I'm ready for that yet. I want to finish school and get a job first. Is that okay?"
"Of course it's okay. We've got all the time in the world. I just got carried away." He places a palm against my abdomen, his eyes swelling with drowning affection. "Thinking about you growing our child…I don't know, it does things to me. But I'm willing to wait as long as you want because I love you."
"I love you too, Devlin. Always."