A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 80

Ha breathing was tagged against my neck, nims trembling we he clung to me. E kivind the side of his face, see and soft, even at my heart thunderd win the need to claim, to mark, to kerp.

But not here.

Not on old tile.

i shifted my grip, one aim beneath his thighs, the other wrapped firmly around his hack. He didn’t protest when I lifted him, only held on tightes, legs tightening Mound my waist like he couldn’t bear even the smallest space between

I carried him from the steam filled bathroom, water trailing down both our bodies as see crossed into the bedroom. The air was conder here, but I was burning with the weight of him, with the gravity of what we’d just crossed,

The sheets tingled beneath us as I laid him down, his

flushed and slick, hair slinging to his temples. Nikolai looked up at me like he hated her much he wanted this, and I wanted to ruin him for anything else. Wanted to make sure he’d never be able to touch himself again without thinking of me

1 didn’t give him a chance to look away.

I crawled between his thighs, my mouth grazing the inside of his knee, dragging slow, open–mouthed kisses along the soft skin until he shuddered, breath hitching. When I finally reached his inner thigh, I bit gently, just enough to leave a mark, a red, blooming brand of poncession

“Alessandro…” he whispered, breathless, voice thick with lust.

“Shh” I smirked against his skin. “You already said I won.”

1 licked a path up thigh, deliberately slow, savoring the salty–slick taste of him. He squirmed beneath me, his hands fisting in the sheets like he didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer. Then I wrapped my mouth around his cock, slow, deliberate, teasing the tip with the fat of my tongue until be choked on a moan that sounded sinful.

His hips bucked, desperate, but I pinned him down with a firm hand on his stomach, keeping him at my merry.

“You’re sa sensitive,” I murmured when I came up for an, stroking him with my hand now, tight and slow, base to tip, milking every gap. “Like your body’s been aching for me. Desperate for my touch.”

“It has,” he rasped, the words com from him like a confession “Fuck, it has-”

Before he could finish, I swallowed him down again, lips slick and greedy, tonger working him over while my eyes devoured every flicker of his expression. He was a mess already, biting his lip, eyes fluttering shut, cheat heaving like he was on the brink of falling apart. I wanted to break him, slowly, thoroughly.

When he was right on the edge, legs trembling, moans spilling freely, I pulled back and kissed up his chest, over the ridges of his ribs, the delicate line of his collarbone, up the elegant curve of his neck until our mouths met again in a hot, bruising kiss.

And as I kissed him, I slid two fingers between his cheeks, seeking his entrance again. I teased him there, circling, pressing just enough to make him gasp and writhe.

“You’re already open for me,” I whispered against his mouth, letting him feel the heat of every word. “Still so tight, still mine. Every loch of you.”

“Please,” he begged, voice wrecked.

I slipped my fingers in and he tried out, back arching like he’d been struck by lightning. His cock jerked against my stomach, leaking precum that smeared hot arms my skin.

“Do you want

ant me again?” I asked, my voice dark and low. “Want me to stretch you open and fuck you until you forget your own name?

“Yes. Yes, fuck, 1” His voice broke off into a sob of need, hips lifting, body trembling.

I lined myself up again, slower this time, dragging the thick head of my cock across his hole before pushing in–inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt. His eyes rolled back, lips parted in a silent scream as he stretched around me.

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Chapter 80

“God, you feel like heaven,” 1 growird, breath shuddering as 1 foogle for control, his muscles Huttering around me, clenching like they?

1. go.

I didn’t move.

Not yet.

I waited, making him feel every throh, every twitch, every inch of me inside him until he was pirming beneath me, whispering my name like 10 worn borli a prayer and a curse.

“Move,” he begged, breath hitching. “Alessandro, please

I obeyed.

And this time, it wasn’t slow…

I snapped my hips into him hard enough to make the bed creak, dragging a strangled moan from his throat. His nails raked down my back, hips lifting to

mid. meet mine with frantic, needy rhythm. He took everything I gave him like he needed it to survive, like it was the only thing that could fi

We moved in perfect rhythm, slick skin, gaspa–and growls, the raw slap of flesh and the headboard knocking against the wall. His legs locked around my waist, forcing me deeper, and he whimpered every time I bottomed out, every time I hit that sweet, devastating spot inside him.

I leaned down, licking the sweat from his throat, tasting the desperation. “You were made for this,” I growled. “Made for me to fuck you still you cry

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