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I also knew that if I let him come in my mouth, I’d have to give him some recovery time before I could have him inside me. If I gave him time to recover, my treacherous mind might click into gear and spoil things.
Reluctantly, I released him despite his groan of protest.
“Even you aren’t that cruel,” he complained, looking at me with lustdarkened eyes. I climbed to my feet, my knees embarrassingly shaky. He opened his mouth for another protest, but then I started unbuttoning my blouse, and his protest died.
With a wicked grin and a crook of my finger, I began backing toward his bedroom. He followed like a stalking panther as I shrugged out of my blouse. I was nowhere near coordinated enough to take off my pants while I walked backward, so I settled for opening the snap and pulling down the zipper. By then I had crossed the threshold into the bedroom. 45 / 226
Jenna Black, The Devil Inside (2007)
Morgan Kingsley #1
My timing was spot-on, my bra hitting the floor just as the back of my knees hit the bed. Brian flashed me a predator’s smile, then bent to help me out of the rest of my clothes. He had to interrupt the flow a bit to grab a condom from the bedside table, but we were both way too far gone for that to spoil the mood.
When he slipped into me, it was pure heaven. I was wet enough to let him bury himself in one thrust, and the feeling was like coming home. I pulled his head down to mine, and he kissed me with all the pent-up passion of a man who’s been separated from his true love for months. I drowned in the reality of him, in the natural fit of our bodies, in the dizzying rush of his desire, in the terrifying intensity of his love. I lost all power of higher thought, my body one big nerve ending, my heart near to bursting with more emotions than I could name.
We came at almost the exact same moment, both of us loud enough to no doubt embarrass the neighbors. Like we cared. Brian cuddled me in the aftermath, my head cradled against his chest, our legs intertwined, both of us panting desperately for air. When the first rush of afterglow started to fade, I felt a flutter of panic in my chest. I loved Brian too damn much for my own good, especially when practicality told me it would never last. Yes, I knew he loved me, too. But I’ve never been a believer in the myth that love conquers all. Someday, he would run out of patience with me, and my heart would shatter into tiny, sharp pieces. He wanted me to stay the night, but I didn’t trust my mood. I didn’t want to ruin the memory of our spectacular lovemaking. And I didn’t want to risk the chance that my continuing fears might make me say something stupid to push him away. The really scary thing is, from the way he looked at me, I had a feeling he knew exactly why I was running away. I got home a little after nine and watched part of the Temple basketball game. They were beating the crap out of some team I’d never heard of, so I turned it off and went to bed early.
I woke up in bed the next morning with that familiar tired feeling in my system. The feeling like I hadn’t really been sleeping all night. I tried to tell myself I was just tired, that normal people get tired even if they’re not sleepwalking.
That comforting fantasy lasted about thirty seconds. Then I saw the sheet of paper laid out neatly on my bedside table. This note was almost 46 / 226
Jenna Black, The Devil Inside (2007)
Morgan Kingsley #1
long enough to be called a letter.
Reluctantly, I picked it up and read.
I am not a figment of your imagination. My name is Lugh. You invited me in two months ago. You were drugged. That’s why you don’t remember. It was the night Andrew hit you. I believe he hit you so that your memory of that night would be a little fuzzy.
They’re using you to keep me captive. I would not have taken you voluntarily. They cal ed me by name, and I had to come. Your mental shields are so strong I can hardly break through. You fight me even in
Reluctantly, I released him despite his groan of protest.
“Even you aren’t that cruel,” he complained, looking at me with lustdarkened eyes. I climbed to my feet, my knees embarrassingly shaky. He opened his mouth for another protest, but then I started unbuttoning my blouse, and his protest died.
With a wicked grin and a crook of my finger, I began backing toward his bedroom. He followed like a stalking panther as I shrugged out of my blouse. I was nowhere near coordinated enough to take off my pants while I walked backward, so I settled for opening the snap and pulling down the zipper. By then I had crossed the threshold into the bedroom. 45 / 226
Jenna Black, The Devil Inside (2007)
Morgan Kingsley #1
My timing was spot-on, my bra hitting the floor just as the back of my knees hit the bed. Brian flashed me a predator’s smile, then bent to help me out of the rest of my clothes. He had to interrupt the flow a bit to grab a condom from the bedside table, but we were both way too far gone for that to spoil the mood.
When he slipped into me, it was pure heaven. I was wet enough to let him bury himself in one thrust, and the feeling was like coming home. I pulled his head down to mine, and he kissed me with all the pent-up passion of a man who’s been separated from his true love for months. I drowned in the reality of him, in the natural fit of our bodies, in the dizzying rush of his desire, in the terrifying intensity of his love. I lost all power of higher thought, my body one big nerve ending, my heart near to bursting with more emotions than I could name.
We came at almost the exact same moment, both of us loud enough to no doubt embarrass the neighbors. Like we cared. Brian cuddled me in the aftermath, my head cradled against his chest, our legs intertwined, both of us panting desperately for air. When the first rush of afterglow started to fade, I felt a flutter of panic in my chest. I loved Brian too damn much for my own good, especially when practicality told me it would never last. Yes, I knew he loved me, too. But I’ve never been a believer in the myth that love conquers all. Someday, he would run out of patience with me, and my heart would shatter into tiny, sharp pieces. He wanted me to stay the night, but I didn’t trust my mood. I didn’t want to ruin the memory of our spectacular lovemaking. And I didn’t want to risk the chance that my continuing fears might make me say something stupid to push him away. The really scary thing is, from the way he looked at me, I had a feeling he knew exactly why I was running away. I got home a little after nine and watched part of the Temple basketball game. They were beating the crap out of some team I’d never heard of, so I turned it off and went to bed early.
I woke up in bed the next morning with that familiar tired feeling in my system. The feeling like I hadn’t really been sleeping all night. I tried to tell myself I was just tired, that normal people get tired even if they’re not sleepwalking.
That comforting fantasy lasted about thirty seconds. Then I saw the sheet of paper laid out neatly on my bedside table. This note was almost 46 / 226
Jenna Black, The Devil Inside (2007)
Morgan Kingsley #1
long enough to be called a letter.
Reluctantly, I picked it up and read.
I am not a figment of your imagination. My name is Lugh. You invited me in two months ago. You were drugged. That’s why you don’t remember. It was the night Andrew hit you. I believe he hit you so that your memory of that night would be a little fuzzy.
They’re using you to keep me captive. I would not have taken you voluntarily. They cal ed me by name, and I had to come. Your mental shields are so strong I can hardly break through. You fight me even in
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