Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Is this really what I want? Every fiber in my body says yes, but is this how I’m meant to lose my virginity? My whole life, I’ve been saving myself for marriage. Squashing down my impulses for the benefit of some future man who probably wasn’t doing the same. By Devil’s own rules, I should be fleeing or fighting, but I’ve done enough of both tonight. He’s not making me feel used, or dirty, like they warned me about. I feel like a queen.
With a knowing grin that has my insides tingling, he backs up long enough to twist his shirt up over his head, revealing broad planes of hot flesh covered in black tattoos. He throws the shirt aside and hooks his finger on my dress, right in the middle. There’s sexy mischief in his emerald eyes as he looks up at me with his brows raised in question.
This is where I should shake my head, get up from the bed, make myself as decent as possible and call a cab to take me home before I cross a line I can’t undo.
Instead, I nod.
Devil slides down the zipper on the back of my dress and lets it fall to my waist, revealing the strapless bra underneath. He doesn’t stop there. “Lift,” he tells me.
I swallow hard, then lift my butt off the bed so he can pull it all the way down past my ankles. No one’s seen me like this in a long time, except Titania, who helps me get ready. I had a few friends in the youth group when I was younger, but Dad never let me go shopping with them, or on sleepovers, so even those innocent, playful moments never happened.
He makes absolutely no secret of looking me up and down, taking in every inch of me so intensely that I want to cover up again, right until he says in a breathless, rough voice, “You’re so fucking beautiful. We’ll fucking kill that Grayson asshole before he touches you. You got that?”
From most people, I wouldn’t believe it, but Devil, Crash and Preacher? I do. His voice leaves no room for doubt.
Then he’s on me again, kissing me stupid while his hot, bare skin presses against mine. It’s electric, like there are sparks arcing between us. He embraces me, and with a soft click, my bra slackens. The only thing keeping it on is his closeness, and when he pulls away, it drops into my lap. Instinctively, I cover up with my hands.
“Fuck, no. Don’t do that,” he says, almost with a sense of awe. He grabs my wrists and gently coaxes my arms apart so he can see. “It’s a crime to hide a perfect pair of tits like that.”
I’m pretty sure my blush goes all the way down, but I can’t quite bring myself to look. If I can’t see that I’m basically naked, then it’s not real.
He cups my breast, the first man ever to do so, and slides his rough hand along my pale skin. His thumb flicks over my nipple, sending a sudden and delicious surge rushing down through me, right to between my legs. I draw a sharp breath between my teeth.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs and resumes his kissing and nibbling, only this time there’s no dress, no bra to keep him from fully exploring me with his mouth. When he trails a path up the side of my breast, I’m hardly breathing, so fixated on watching his sexy lips make their way across my tender skin.
His hot breath tickles my nipple a moment before he captures it gently between his teeth. Combined with his skilled touch on my other breast, I can’t keep my little moans quiet anymore.
“So good,” I whisper, and he laughs quietly against me. Even that teases me more, the warm air from his mouth tickling my nipple.
He strokes the inside of my thigh, exploring the soft skin there, not advancing, not quickly at least, but definitely making sure I’m aware of him.
How far can I let this go?
How far do I want it to go?
Part of me wants it all, everything he can give me, but the rest isn’t ready. Is terrified. My whole life, if there was anything I was supposed to be on my guard against, it was this. I’m supposed to be untouched, unsullied. Virginal. A doll saved in its packaging. Even if I don’t necessarily believe in those rules, I’m not sure it’s a good idea to decide to throw all of them away now. Not after so many of those pretty drinks and in the heat of the moment.
His experienced touch slides closer, right up to the edge of my panties. On top of them sometimes, just not right… there. Not yet.
But some of the rules, some of them I can get rid of, right?