Pan's Salvation (Dueling Devils 5)

Her body hummed with energy. Her thighs were slick with her juices and her lips were

swollen. The humming made her stretch her body out a little straighter.

He touched her arm with the vibrating white wand. He trailed it down along her stomach

pausing at her bikini line.

She licked her lips, eager to feel the toy against her clit.

“You ready to come?”

“Yes.”

Pan pressed the round piece to her swollen button and turned it up. “Then come now.”

She called his name and broke. She begged him to either stop or fuck her many more times, as he did it again—and again.

The sunlight flooding through the window painted the woman’s back beside him. By the

time he let her down, her voice was hoarse and her body went limp. He restrained from taking her. Their first time would not be associated with her sister’s death. I’m thinking way too much about this woman. They had a good time and his attraction was off the charts. But he had no clue where they’d go from here. She might not want his life.

So make her like it.

A part of him wanted to keep her, no matter what the cause. With the ordeal behind him, reality was back and as usual, it was a real bitch. He slid

from the bed, careful not to wake her and headed to the shower. Today, he’d have to check in with his club president, Demon. The man would want answers and a plan. He’d need to have them ready for him.

After stepping in under the water flow, the shower curtain pulled back to reveal a teary-eyed Lark. She stepped inside and he waited for her to set the tone. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. Their teeth clashed as they devoured one another.

“Make me forget. Fuck me until I can’t think of anything else and I’m exhausted. No more teasing, I want to feel you inside of me, stretching me and filling me up.” She ran her hand down his stomach and circled his base while she stroked him.

He growled. “You sure you want that, little bird?”

“I need that, Hartley. ”

His given name on her lips melted the remaining bits of glacier around his heart.

“I’m clean.”

“So am I.”

She moved her hand faster, twisting her wrist.

His eyes rolled back in his head and he fucked her fist. His dick turned to stone. “Remember you asked for this,” he warned.

Lark gazed up at him and grinned.

I’m so fucked. He grabbed her hips, pressed her against the wall and drove home. She screamed and he stilled, allowing her to adjust to him as her pussy put him on a time out with its hold. Her fingers bit into his shoulders. The pain went straight to his dick. He clenched his jaw and she dug her heels into his back. “You ready?”

“I was ready days ago,” she rasped.

“Then I’ll make sure it was worth the wait.” He pulled out and slammed back inside her.

“Shit, yes!”

They moved together a frantic tangle of limbs. He captured her lips and took her cry into himself. She met him thrust for thrust, grinding her hips onto him as they worked toward completion. Her body shook and his balls drew up tight. Her body convulsed as she squeezed him tight. He moved to pull out. A fresh round of orgasms vibrated its way down his cock and he exploded inside her. Fuck! He rested his head on her. Going raw was never an option and this was the first time he’d come inside anyone. She had him slipping up, taking risks left and right.

He pulled out. “Are you on at the pill, Lark?”