“Oh, wow,” Molly breathed as her bright eyes widened on the sumptuous bridal suite. Decorated in rich gold and deep red, the room was amazing. Tightening her hand around Devil’s neck as he carried her over the threshold and kicked the door closed behind them, she looked around the sunken room, taking in every gorgeous aspect of the space. “This is gorgeous, Devil.”
“You’re gorgeous, Molly. This is just a hotel room,” he denied, dropping a kiss against her neck before moving further into the suite.
“Are you kidding?” Molly squeaked, squirming in his arms. “Look at that view,” she continued, gesturing at the floor to ceiling window that made up the far wall. “You can see all of Atlanta from up here!”
“Babe, I’m sure it’s great, but the only view I’m interested in is the stunning one where I get to see you naked and glowing against the sheets of the nearest bed.” Striding up the three steps into the suite’s bedroom, he grinned as he made his way to the luxurious king size bed in the center of the room. Dropping her on her feet at the foot of the bed, he cupped her hips as she slid down his body. “Finally, I’ve got my wife exactly where I want her.”
Molly twined her arms around his neck and lifted on her toes to peck his lips. “Your wife,” Molly repeated on a breathy sigh. Every time she heard it, her heart fluttered and her stomach jumped with excitement. She hoped that feeling never went away. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to hearing you call me that.”
“God willing, you’ll have at least forty to fifty years to hear me saying it to you,” he murmured, tucking a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. “Have I told you what a beautiful bride you made today, Mrs. Delancy?” he asked huskily against her ear.
“Not in the last hour,” Molly returned with a shiver. “You’re falling down on the job, Devil. I could stand to hear it again,” she teased.
“You. Are. Beautiful,” Devil replied, punctuating each word with a slow, deliberate kiss against her parted lips. “And now you’re mine.”
“I was always yours,” Molly whispered, moving her hands to loosen his bow tie. “You just didn’t realize it.”
“That’s because you did a damn good job of hiding how you felt. You know, if you’d given me some kind of sign instead of your usual sass, we’d have been standing right here a whole lot sooner.”
“I’m not the only good actor in the room,” she chided as he shrugged his broad shoulders out of the Armani tux jacket and let it fall to the floor while her fingers unbuttoned his starched white shirt. “I never suspected you were interested in me.”
“Wasn’t interested, babe. I was in love,” Devil clarified. “Big difference,” he murmured as his lips ghosted over her neck. “Turn around, Molly. As gorgeous as this dress is, I’m going to rip it off you if I don’t get you out of it in the next ten seconds or so.”
“Don’t you dare,” Molly hissed, slamming an open palm against his bared chest. “This dress is now a family heirloom.”
“Sweetheart, it’s gonna be a rag if you don’t let me get your sweet body out of it,” he warned with lips pressed against her ear. “I want you naked, Molly. Hell, I want you, period– and not in a fumbling bridegroom kind of way, either, dammit.”
Molly smiled against his neck before turning in his arms and presenting him with her back. “Be careful with the zipper, Devil. It’s delicate.” She was breathing heavily by the time the ivory satin pooled at her feet. Feeling him nudge her hips, she turned and stood in her corset and silk panties before him.
“Damn,” he breathed in awed appreciation as his eyes moved over her body. “As unimaginably beautiful as you were in your dress, this is how I’ll remember you tonight,” he murmured, brushing the back of his fingers over the swell of her cleavage. The corset had pushed her breasts high and proud and her nipples puckered as he lovingly stroked her skin. “So fucking pretty,” he mumbled to himself, unable to tear his eyes away from the image she made.
Molly felt a wave of excitement wash over her as his eyes moved up and down her body. Reaching for the buckle of his black belt, she unfastened it as his warm palms moved up and down her bare arms. Pushing the expensive material of his slacks over his hips, she caught her breath as she eyed the size of the erection he sported. “I think my new husband must be in all kinds of pain,” she murmured, brushing his length with the tips of her fingers.
Devil sucked in a deep breath at her light caress. Catching her slender wrist, he held her arm captive and shook his head. “Razor’s edge, sweetheart. Don’t goad me into losing control. Not tonight,” he admonished softly. “This has to be right and special… perfect for you.”
“Are you going to make love to me?” Molly tilted her head and smiled at him, lifting one hand to cradle his cheek.
“You know I am,” he growled, turning his head to press a tender, damp kiss into the center of her palm.
“Then it will be perfect for me whether you lose control or not. Although, I can safely report that all those times you’ve lost control made the experience out of this world for me,” she whispered shyly.
Devil’s fingers stroked the skin of her lower back, drawing her flush against him before he lowered his head and claimed her mouth for his own. Molly’s tongue met his boldly, sliding and rubbing against his as her body melted against his, her arms shifting against his shoulders as her fingers slid into his hair and pulled his lips closer. Growling against her parted lips as she nipped his lower lip, he pressed closer, pulling the satin strings of her corset loose until the stiff bodice sagged between them. He tugged the material impatiently out of the way.
Molly sighed as his large palms finally cupped her breasts, his thumbs worrying her nipples into diamond hard points while his lips ate at hers. Her nails raked his scalp when those wicked fingers of his began to roll and tug. Humming happily against his mouth, she felt his lips lift in a grin.
“You like that, don’t you, baby? That little edge of pain wrapped in a whole lot of pleasure?” he asked huskily, twisting and squeezing the plump nipples between his fingers while he toed off his shoes. Dragging his mouth from hers, he heard her dissatisfied mumble. “Patience, Molly,” he warned, kissing a trail down her neck until he reached the indentation of her collarbone. Swirling his tongue around that vulnerable hollow, he felt her curvaceous body shudder against his.
“I don’t think I can be patient, Devil. I want you,” Molly panted, moaning when his open mouth moved down her chest, his tongue sliding against her skin until he reached her breast. Inhaling audibly as he drew one nipple between his lips and sucked the swollen nub deeply, Molly’s hands dropped to his shoulders when her legs buckled. “Devil!” She whimpered low in her throat as he wrapped strong arms around her waist and steadied her.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured, releasing her nipple from his lips and eyeing the wet, shiny flesh he’d been torturing hungrily before moving to the opposite breast. “I’ve got you. I’ll always catch you if you’re going to fall, Molly,” he assured her gently before pulling her other nipple between his lips and flicking it with his tongue. She felt good in his arms, holding her warm body against his while he tongued her breasts. He was complete… made whole by her as if she were the missing piece to a puzzle he’d spent years trying to solve.
With her, the riddle was solved.
Molly’s head fell back on her neck as his mouth pulled at her breasts, his tongue licking and swirling around the sensitive mounds. Catching her breath in her throat as his teeth found one hardened nipple and nibbled gently, she felt her aching core clench and a flood of moisture slide over her pussy lips. Her breathing accelerated when his lips moved down her belly and he paused at her belly button.
He whirled his tongue around her belly button while his fingertips hooked the hem of her silk panties and pulled them off her hips. He pressed a lingering kiss against each of her hips before lowering his nose to nuzzle the downy curls at the apex of her mound. “Christ, you smell sweet, darlin’,” he murmured, taking her scent into his body. Wrapping his hands around the back of her thighs, he coaxed them wider. “Open your legs for me. Let me see how wet you are, baby.”
Molly let him guide her legs apart and sank her teeth into her bottom lip as Devil reclined back on his knees. His intense gaze on her body made her shift nervously in front of him. He looked at her like she was a piece of art on display in a gallery, admiring her with knowledgeable eyes.
“It doesn’t matter how many times I look at you, you never fail to take my breath away with your beauty,” Devil noted softly, grazing his knuckles over the thin shield of curls guarding her pussy. “All perfect and pink and already slick for me even though I’ve barely touched you.”
Molly felt her tummy flutter as he continued to stare at her, his blue eyes reverent as they slid over her body. When his head finally leaned forward to press a slow kiss to her abdomen, she knew that no matter how long she lived, no man would ever gaze at her with such longing in his eyes. It was almost as though he worshipped her.
Her!
Little Miss Nobody from Nowheresville, USA.
Except she wasn’t Miss Nobody any longer. She was very much Mrs. Somebody.
She was now Mrs. Molly Delancy – wife to one of Atlanta’s most successful, affluent businessmen.
And her powerful husband was on his knees in front of her, pressing his mouth against her body as if there was no place else on the planet he’d rather be. Lost in thought, she was unprepared for the electric surge of energy that jolted her body when his tongue slid through her parted nether lips. “Oh, God. You have to stop,” she panted when his tongue swirled over her swollen clit, threatening to throw her over into a sensual abyss. Sinking her nails into his broad shoulders, she felt his hands tighten on the curve of her ass, supporting her as she sagged at the pleasure he forced on her.
Devil groaned as Molly’s unique flavor fell against his tongue. She tasted like honey, sweet and addictive. “I love how you taste, Molly. You want me to stop? Would you be cruel enough to ask a starving man to leave a banquet, darling?” he asked, tracing the lips of her pussy with his tongue before moving to flick the little bundle of nerves at the apex of her core. “You don’t really want me to stop, do you, baby?” he murmured a second before he began to suckle her swollen button and slide two fingers into Molly’s snug passage.
Molly moaned as his long fingers gently breached her while his lips tugged at her clit. She bucked against his mouth when his fingers hooked inside her and rubbed the inner wall of her womb. “Fuck,” she breathed shakily, her legs trembling as he continued to lap at her while her toes curled in her high heels. She could feel the tingles spreading over her body as her orgasm approached, her core contracting around his fingers as they slid in and out of her. “Devil, I’m gonna ….”
Pulling his head back, Devil licked Molly’s essence from his wet lips as he continued to slowly plunge his fingers into Molly’s soaked pussy. “Don’t come, Molly,” he ordered deeply, staring into her flushed face.
“I can’t help…”
“Yes, you can. Hold it back, baby,” he replied in a raspy tone as he swirled his thumb around her clit in a clockwise motion. “You don’t come until I tell you to.”
Shuddering, Molly fought her body’s natural response to the stimuli. Swallowing hard, she focused on Devil’s handsome face, set now in hard, unforgiving lines. “O-okay,” she gasped, biting her lip as his fingers slid deeper.
“So fucking wet,” Devil growled as her body pulsed around his digits. “Fuckin’ drenched for me,” he murmured approvingly, licking one tender nipple as he sank his fingers inside her to the hilt. “Whose pussy is this, angel?” he asked, meeting her dilated eyes again. “Who does this belong to?”
Molly wasn’t sure why he wanted her to state the obvious, but she gave him what he wanted anyway. “You, Devil. I belong to you,” she whispered, burying her fingers in his hair as he rewarded her answer with another tap against her clit.
“Damn right you do. You’re very much mine, Molly,” he returned hungrily, abruptly pulling his fingers from Molly’s pussy and an unhappy cry from her lips. Rising from his knees to loom over her, he gently kissed the corner of her closed mouth and lifted his wet fingers, rubbing one fingertip against her lower lip. “Open, baby,” he ordered roughly. “I wanna show you how good you taste.”
Molly’s lips parted automatically, responding instinctively to the authority in his voice. Closing her lips around the fingers he extended to her mouth, she surrounded the digits and sucked lightly, trailing her tongue up and down the gentle intruders between her lips.
Devil groaned as her tongue moved over his skin and he watched her eyelashes flutter as she moaned low in her throat. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart? You love tasting yourself on my skin.”
Releasing his fingers with a wet pop, she smiled at him. “I love you,” she replied huskily. “And all the things you make me feel when we’re together. Especially the dirtier things.”
Growling low in his throat as her tongue dragged over his fingers again, he roughly bracketed her hips and turned her toward the end of the bed. “Crawl up into the center of the mattress and I’ll show you some more of those naughty things you love. Stay on your hands and knees. Keep that beautiful heart shaped ass in the air for me,” he demanded, breathing harshly against her ear as his cock flexed against the curve of her ass. Nudging her toward the bed, he smiled against her shoulder. “Go on, darlin’. I promise you won’t regret it.
Molly’s limbs trembled as she put one knee on the firm mattress. It wasn’t fear that shook her, however, but rather the anticipation of Devil’s next move. While she knew that her husband would never hurt her in a thousand lifetimes, she also understood through her experiences with him that he was a passionate man, entirely capable of reducing her to a puddle of satisfied goo with his prowess in the bedroom. Her fingers dug into the luxurious gold comforter as she crawled on her hands and knees to the center of the bed and waited for his next move.
She didn’t have to wait long. A moment later, the bed dipped behind her as Devil knelt on the edge of the mattress and bent to drop a lingering kiss against one globe of her ass and then the other while his fingers teased her vulnerable pussy. Burying her face in the sumptuous comforter, she felt his tongue painting intricate pictures over her firm ass before finally dipping to spear her from behind. Groaning, she bowed her back, pushing her mound against his marauding lips.
“Fuck, but you’re sweet,” Devil growled between her legs, his voice muffled. “All sweet syrup under my mouth. As long as I live, I’m never going to get enough of that sugar, Molly.”
She felt his hot breath against the small of her back and wriggled underneath him, trying to entice him to keep going. She was incapable of words and she hoped her body would be enough to convince him to give her what she needed. The ache inside her had built to a fever pitch. Throbbing and hot, she yearned for him to fill the empty place inside her.
Dropping kisses up her spine, Devil’s lips came to rest against her shoulder as he curled over her, bracing one fist beside her elbow. “Do you know how much I love you, Molly?”
Lifting her head, Molly turned to stare over her shoulder at the man she’d married. “Yes.”
“Good.” Drifting his hand over her back from neck to ass, he stroked her. “You know one of the things I love the most?” he asked. He didn’t wait for her to answer. He just forged ahead as his hand continued to pet her. “It’s your absolute trust in me. Looking at you now, kneeling in front of me…waiting for whatever I want to give you…you put complete faith in me, don’t you, darlin’?”
Molly nodded, her tongue darting out to lick her dry lips. “You’d never hurt me. At least, not in a way I wouldn’t enjoy,” she quickly amended with an impish smile. “You’d cut off your arm before you harmed me, Devil. I’ve always known that.”
“I’m a lucky bastard, Molly,” Devil murmured appreciatively, resting his forehead against one rounded shoulder as he thrust his hips and impaled her with the thick length of his cock. Capturing her low moan of satisfaction with his lips, he growled as her soft, wet walls constricted around his dick. “Love how tight you are,” he mumbled between deep kisses. “It’s like your pussy was made to hold my cock, Molly. Like I put in a special order to Heaven and the angels sent me you.”
“Devil,” Molly breathed, lifting one arm to wrap around his neck as he moved in and out of her. Each lunge of his hips sent him deeper, touching parts of her that she’d never known existed. She moaned against his mouth as his thumb plucked the tangle of nerves where her pleasure was centered while he moved within her.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Devil returned unevenly, almost undone when her pussy contracted around him. “I’m going to make you come so hard that you’ll feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven,” he promised through gritted teeth as he moved his thumb around her slick button, “Then, I’m going to pull out of this sweet pussy and stretch out on this bed, and you’re going to get on top and ride me until you make me explode inside you.” Groaning against her ear as her muscles clamped down around his cock, he flicked her clit hard with his thumb. “Can you do that for me, Molly? Ride your husband with your perfect pussy until you make him come?”
Molly grew wetter with every question. “Oh, God, yes!” she whimpered, pushing her hips back to meet every delicious stroke of his cock.
“Take your hand and touch yourself, baby,” Devil ordered against her ear, waiting until one of her hands joined his between her legs. Taking her hand, he guided it to her clit. “Rub it, baby, and I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, kissing her neck as he gripped her hips in his hands and began thrusting inside her, deep and hard with short heavy strokes.
Grunting as her pussy embraced his dick in a tight, hot vice that threatened to burn him alive, he felt her begin to stiffen. “That’s it, baby,” he growled as sweat rolled down his chest and her walls began to convulse around his throbbing dick. “Come for me,” he bit out hoarsely as she screamed his name.
Searing pleasure blistered Molly as Devil sawed in and out of her. Rubbing her clit in quick circles, she felt the biting agony and bliss of her release rising, swamping her. Devil’s balls slapped her pussy with every surge of his hips, heightening the sensations and her nails clawed at the comforter as he forced wave after wave of searing awareness on her. She could feel every vein in his cock as it powered in and out of her... hear every gasp either of them made. She tasted blood on her tongue as she bit her lip, and her vision dimmed as she reached heights she’d never touched.
Pulling free of the grip her core had on his cock, Devil collapsed on his back and pulled her over him. His cock stood thick and proud between them, aching and lonely. “Take me, baby,” he urged as she braced her hands against his sweaty chest. “Come take care of your husband’s cock.”
“I can definitely do that.” Molly smiled as she palmed his angry red dick in her hand and guided it to her entrance. She gasped as he filled her, his length filling the hollow place inside her. “You feel so good,” she whispered as his hands lifted to cup her flushed breasts.
Her tight, wet heat sucked at his cock as she sank over him, planting him inside her to the hilt. “Move, darlin’,” he encouraged her gently. “I want to watch these gorgeous breasts bounce while you take me.”
Molly rocked her hips slowly, lifting her ass before sliding back over him. “I love you,” she whispered staring in his eyes as he lifted his hips to meet hers on her next downslide.
“I love you, too, sweetheart. More than I ever thought I could,” he whispered, watching her face as he surged inside her. “You’re my world, Molly. My entire world.”
Moaning as he flexed inside her, she moved more quickly, her breasts jiggling as his hips rose and fell on the bed beneath her. He’d already satisfied her once, blowing her mind with the release he’d given her, but she could feel her body quickening again, growing wetter around their connection.
“Look, baby,” Devil murmured, staring down at where his cock slid in and out of her pussy. “See how beautiful we are together,” he ordered, lifting one hand and wrapping it around her neck. “You were made for me, Molly. Just for me.”
Her body went liquid around his as he exerted just the slightest pressure on her neck and pulled her toward his mouth. Kissing him deeply as she rose and fell on his cock, she moaned into his mouth. “I was made for you. Only for you, Devil.”
“Molly,” he groaned, burying one hand in her hair as he rolled her to her back. Her body encased his dick from root to tip, and he couldn’t help thinking that heaven would pale in comparison to the paradise she offered him. Her legs folded around his hips and her arms wrapped around his neck as she offered herself up to him like a virgin sacrifice. “Hang on to me, baby,” he ordered against her lips. “This is going to be hard and deep.”
“Mmm,” Molly hummed around his tongue as she felt his hips lift only to slam back against hers a second later. Again and again, he hammered against her, his pelvic bone grazing her clit with every downward thrust of his hips. She whimpered against his mouth, sucking on his tongue hungrily as he fucked in and out of her slick channel.
Shifting her legs over his shoulders, he braced his elbows against the bed as his pelvis rose and fell. “So fucking tight, baby,” he muttered between kisses. “I can feel you melting around my cock. You like it like this, don’t you?” he grunted, pushing deeper with every push of his hips.
“Yes!” Molly gasped, arching her back as he bottomed out inside her. “Don’t stop, Devil! Give it to me,” she begged, her legs quivering as he swelled inside her. “Oh, God! Just like that,” she bit out as he hammered inside her, nailing her G-spot every time he planted his cock within her body. “Harder!” she gasped, digging her nails in the tight muscles of his ass. “I need it harder!”
“Fuck, yes!” Devil snarled, swinging his hips freely as he plundered her pussy. “I’ve got what you need, baby,” he panted against her neck as he slipped a hand between them to rub her clit again.
“Mmmm, Devil, I can’t,” she whimpered, straining against him as he fucked her faster, his hips losing the rhythm he’d established. The pleasure was too acute to bear, and she hazily wondered if this was what dying felt like. He fucked her wildly now, and the headboard thudded loudly against the wall.
“Yes, you can,” he countered, dropping kisses against her throat as her pussy manacled his dick. “Give me another one, Molly. Come around my cock, baby, and send me over the edge. I wanna feel that pussy go liquid for me,” he growled, biting the column of her neck as she convulsed around his dick.
The most intense pleasure Molly had ever experienced flooded her as Devil grunted against her cheek. “DevilDevilDevilDevil!” She chanted his name like a prayer as he pounded inside her.
“Fuck, yes! Give it to me, baby!” he praised roughly as his own bliss began to suffuse him. His balls tingled, drawing tight as he lost control. “Jesus! Molly, I’m gonna come, baby!” he rasped as the first jet of his semen spilled into her body. Long furious bursts of his essence followed as her pussy began to spasm around his dick. “God, I love you,” he groaned, the words wrenched from his lips as he filled her. “My beautiful Molly!”
Molly’s arms enfolded Devil as he collapsed against her, his warm weight surrounding her. His breath fell in huge gusts against her neck. Combing her fingers through his hair, she smiled weakly when he turned his head toward her. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice barely there.
Covering her lips in a tender kiss, he met her eyes. “I love you, sweetheart.” Pushing up on his elbow, he took some of his weight off her. “I lost control at the end. Tell me I didn’t hurt you,” he demanded quickly, running his hand down her cheek and over her body.
“No,” Molly denied softly. “You could never hurt me, out of control or not. I love the way you love me, Devil, no matter how it happens. Soft and sweet or hard and fast, it doesn’t matter. You give me everything I ever wanted.”
Releasing a relieved breath, he pulled gently out of her body, grinning at the dissatisfied mew that she made. “I’m too heavy for you, sweetheart.” Rolling to his side, he pulled her against him and smiled when she automatically curved herself against his body like the well-loved woman she was. Burying his face in her neck, Devil inhaled deeply. “I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy, Molly.”
“Me either,” Molly admitted with a contented sigh. “I just hope we always stay this way.”
“Darlin’, I can guarantee you that your Devil will always keep things sizzling, and I don’t ever plan on letting you go.”
Molly grinned. “Sizzling, huh? Does that mean that we’re gonna be caught in the wildfire?”
“Damn straight.” Devil returned with a smile of his own, tightening his arms around her. “With no chance for escape.”
“Lucky for you, I like the fire you’ve set around me, Devil. I think this might be one trap that I’ve got no interest in escaping.” Lifting her head, she stared into his eyes. “Just promise me that you’ll always stay in the middle of the inferno with me.”
“Always, Molly,” he vowed, cupping her cheek and kissing her long and slow.
Relaxing into his safe arms, Molly let her mind drift. This man had made her the Devil’s bride and ensnared her in the binding ties of love and commitment.
Happy now, she realized that this bonfire was exactly where she wanted to stay.
Forever.