My legs went out from under me, and I sank to the floor and unzipped him. When I shoved my hand into the opening, I found him already halfway hard. “You like seeing me on my knees?” I whispered.

His cock swelled in my hand. Oh, yeah. He liked seeing me like this in front of him. Willing and waiting.

I stroked his shaft with my hand, keeping my grip loose. He watched my every move, and I was happy to give him a show. I licked my lips and leaned in to sweep my tongue over the crown. His breath came out in a hiss. Using the flat of my tongue, I licked my way up the underside of his shaft, and when I got to the slit where moisture was starting to pool, Devlin’s knees shook.

“Again,” he rasped. I obliged, using my tongue like a weapon on him.

This time when I got to his purple, swollen head, I opened my lips and took his cock into my mouth.

His groan was music to my soul. I felt that insistent throb between my legs warm. Pleasing him made me wet and needy. I’d never felt this with anyone before. The mechanics were the same—tabs and slots—but somehow every touch meant more with Devlin.

I took him to the back of my throat and held there. He let me, a low rumble rising from his chest. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you on your knees like this,” he growled.

My thighs clamped together of their own volition. I wanted the invasion of him. I wanted him driving into me until I screamed. But I wanted to give him this more.

I fisted the last inches of him that I couldn’t get to and began to work him with hand and mouth.

Devlin’s head fell back for a moment, but when I flicked my tongue over the underside of his crown, everything changed.

“Fuck, Scarlett,” he hissed. He shoved his hands into my hair, roughly assuming control. His fingers closed in my hair, gripping it until my scalp hurt. Devlin used it to control my rhythm on his cock.

He started slowly, leisurely fucking my mouth. His head burying itself in my mouth to the back of my throat. I swallowed convulsively around his girth. “Yes, baby. Just like that.” He wasn’t so slow now. I reached up with my free hand to cup his balls. I loved the velvet feel of them in my palm.

I looked up at him and found him watching me from hooded eyes. His breath was ragged, and I could tell he was close. I tugged his balls, and he winced in a mix of pleasure and pain.

He wrapped my hair around one hand and placed the other hand on the wall behind us. “I’m gonna come in your mouth, sweet Scarlett.”

I moaned and swallowed hard.

“Fuck, baby.” He gritted the words out.

My jaw ached. But I needed to taste him, needed to give him this moment. To pour himself into me and lose himself. Release the anger, the frustration, the anxiety. I felt him harden painfully, felt his balls drawing up. I felt everything. The ache between my own legs, the pounding of my heart as adrenaline coursed through me pushing me past discomfort. And then he was coming.

On a long, guttural noise, Devlin orgasmed down my throat. Thick and salty and oh so satisfying. He flexed his fingers in my hair, bringing his forehead to the wall behind me, and loosed his seed in me. He grunted, both pained and satisfied, as I swallowed every wave of his release.

We collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. He was still shamelessly hard. “Goddamn it, Scarlett,” he breathed.

“You’re welcome,” I said on a breathy half-laugh.

He spun me around on the rug, stretching out on top of me. “You have two seconds to get these jeans off.”

I didn’t move fast enough for his liking, and Devlin released my belt and yanked my pants down. I got one leg free, and then he was pushing into me. I made a noise between a sigh and a scream as he filled me without any preparation. I was wet, but so tight, and he had to force his way into the hilt. I was so wound up that I was already teetering on the edge.

“How are you still fucking hard?” I gasped, my breasts crushed against his chest. He wasn’t being careful with me, and I liked it.

He pulled out and sank back into me, rocking against that needy bundle of nerves. The power of his thrust moved us backward on the floor.

“You make me this way,” he said accusingly. I pulled my knees up, giving him the deepest possible access.

On his fourth thrust, I was coming. My walls closing around him in a death grip that had him groaning in my ear as he fucked me against the rug. The hardwood and wool biting into my back. But I was coming in explosions of color and light and heat.

“Scarlett!” It was a question, a cry, and then he was filling me with a second release. I felt him come raw inside me, felt the tremor of it and the hot wave of his seed as it spilled into me. We came together, orgasms milking each other and mixing in one beautiful, dark moment of holiness. Devlin thrust his hips against me and held there until our climaxes slowed and faded.

“I probably should have asked if you were on birth control,” he said, his face buried in my neck.

“I think we just made a baby,” I whispered.

He lifted his head, panic giving him swift energy.

I laughed at the startled look on his face. “I’m kidding!” I poked him on the shoulder. “Of course I’m on birth control.”

He lowered back down and bit my shoulder. “You’re evil.”

“You love it.”

“Yeah. I do.”