Pan's Salvation (Dueling Devils 5)

He leaned in and sucked the offended area into his mouth.

She swayed toward him and closed her eyes. Sensations swirled together inside her and

pushed her closer to the edge. He flicked the opposite breast with his finger and she jerked. He hummed. The vibration went straight to her pussy. She panted.

Pan glanced up. “You want more, little bird?”

“Yes.”

He straightened and ran his hand down along her body. He cupped her core. “So fucking

wet.” He ground his palm

against her swollen clit.

Her body shook. Fireworks exploded inside her. She prepared to tumble.

He stopped.

“No…”

“Shhh. There’s pleasure in the waiting. Sit on the bed and grip the edge.”

She sank down and gripped the bedspread, eager to see what he would do next.

He knelt down, hooked his thumbs inside her panties and rolled them down her legs.

“Spread your legs and let me see you.” He ran his fingers through her neatly trimmed curly hair.

“Neat and womanly.” He slipped his fingers between her lips. “Hot and wet.” He rolled her swollen clit between his fingers and her hips came up off the bed. “Not yet. Not until I tell you it’s okay.”

Lark gritted her teeth, fisted the covers and fought against the urge to let the wave build up wash her away.

“That’s it, hold it back. I’m going to have so much fun teaching you my games.” He blew on her pussy and she let her head fall back. He eased a finger inside her and she clutched him like a lifeline. “So tight.”

His finger felt long, thick and not nearly enough.

He added a second finger. “You want to come, Lark?”

“Yes.”

“Then fuck my fingers.”

She glanced up at him and her jaw dropped.

“You never had anyone talk to you like this before? I understand. But that’s why you were never satisfied. Stop thinking and do what I told you. Pretend this is me inside of you, filling that, tight, wet, pussy. You want to fly little bird…You’ll have to use your wings.”

Desperate for relief, she shoved convention into the back of her mind and rolled her hips. A cry of pleasure spilled from her lips. The sound of his ragged breathing, the squeak of bedsprings and the intense feeling of pleasure combined. She came hard. A blinding explosion of white burst beneath her lids and she flew to freedom.

In the throes of passion, his woman was beautiful. His. Somewhere along the way, he started to think of the dark-skinned beauty as his property. It began as a ruse and quickly become more.

Her muscles locked onto his fingers and she thrashed on the bed, completely out of control. He decided he liked her acting out of hand. She fell back on the bed and he eased his fingers out bringing them to his mouth. Her taste coated his tongue. He growled his approval. Here was a flavor he could sample again and again.

Other women bored him. Pan kept them until they were no longer useful, or they wanted

more than he could give. That wasn’t the case with Lark. She fascinated him and touched a part of him that’d been long forgotten. The day he and Hayes placed a tombstone on an empty grave for their mother, he hardened his heart to anyone not his twin or his Dueling Devils family. It’d been easier that way.

The guilt he carried on his back for starting the fire when he was a teen, wouldn’t allow him to commit to anything else. It’d be so easy to climb between her legs and slip inside her. But something held him back. When they came together, it wouldn’t be due to lowered inhibitions. It would be because she begged him for it. He spread her legs wider and moved his head between her legs. He licked a path up her center and savored her moan.