Page 36 of His Little Devil
Relaxing against the giant pillow, suctioned to one end of the bath, I lean back and close my eyes.
The water runs over my heated flesh, turning me on. It’s like I can feel someone touching me, kissing me. I moan softly, hearing a voice that I know.
“I love you, Princess,” Donnie whispers against my mouth, then pulls away and stares at me.
Opening my eyes, I freeze. I look around, but I’m alone. That was too weird. I must have drifted off, since the waterfall is no longer on and the water has turned cool.
I guess I was more tired than I thought. Being bored is exhausting, or maybe I'm depressed.
Pushing the stopper, I release the water and climb out. I wish I knew a spell to dry myself off. Maybe I'll ask Kane to see if he could teach me one.
Thinking back to that fantasy has my stomach twisting.
That felt so real! Every kiss, every touch. Closing my eyes, I relive the way Donnie touched me.
No. Silver. Bad!
Scolding myself, I grab a towel and rub it quickly over my soaking wet body, ignoring how my nipples are tingling, begging for attention.
Dropping it to the floor, I enter the bedroom and gently pull off the blanket on the bed.
Luke is asleep now, wearing boxers, and I really want him. I feel as if Kane is fucking with my lust again.
I'm burning up inside, and I'm so wet, it's dripping down my thighs.
Climbing onto the bed, I straddle him and bend over so I can kiss his neck.
“Mmm,” he groans in his sleep.
I can feel his cock getting hard and I whimper. I can't stop myself from grinding down onto him.
“Little Devil, not that I don't like being woken up like this, but what are you doing?” Luke mumbles, and I sigh when he reaches and grips my hips tightly.
“Please, Luke. I need you. I ache, and only you can make it go away. I want you to destroy my pussy in any way you choose.”
I moan like a cat in heat and practically purr when Luke sits up, pressing me harder against his erection.
“Little Devil, you know we can't. Just a few more days until we are wed,” he says softly and I groan. This time with annoyance.
“Why? Why won't you fuck me? Is this part of the tradition?” I huff and he laughs, lifting me and placing me next to him on the bed.
Shaking his head he smiles.
“Call me old fashioned, but I want to wait until our wedding night,” he says, then leans and places a kiss onto my pout.
Yeah, I'm totally pouting right now. He has a monster cock and won't share. It's not fair.
Rolling my eyes, I huff.
“Don't try and claim that you're innocent, Luke. I know you're not a virgin.”
Placing his hand on my cheek, he makes me look at him.
“They weren't you, Silver. They meant nothing to me. You are going to be my wife, my queen. You're my soul mate, Silver Forest, and I won't fuck you like one of those demon whores.”
My heart aches, but I lean forward and kiss Luke. I think I’m falling for him.
“Good morning, Little Devil,”Luke whispers into my ear, and I groan. I don't want to wake up yet.