Pan's Salvation (Dueling Devils 5)

“I’ll be right there.” He ran his thumb over Lark’s cheek, stood and hurried over to the door.

He took the pile of clothes from the tall blonde. “Thanks, Racer.”

“No problem, Pan.”

He closed the door, walked over to the bathroom in the corner and wet some paper towels.

The room felt heavy with things unsaid. He felt grateful for the silence because he knew he didn’t want to hear what she had to say. Right now, she had leaving in her eyes. I need to change that. He wiped her down, gently removing the traces of the bloodshed.

Her eyes appeared to be fixed on a point over his shoulder.

Pan knew she was lost in her own mind. If only I could cleanse her mind as easily. He worked his way up to her breasts and cupped the left one to cleanse of the streak.

Lark moaned.

He latched on to the first positive response since the shooting. He squeezed her breast and she whimpered. “Let me take your mind away from this and put it on to something much more pleasant.” He latched onto her hardened nipple and finished his cleaning job. He tossed the napkins aside and massaged her.

She gasped as her head fell back and her eyes grew glossy.

He bit her nipple. She cried out. Her back arched off the couch. He leaned back and pulled her stiff peaks. The whimpers that spilled from her lips were delicious. This was one of her erroneous zones. Her breasts swelled. They were firm and heavy. He wanted to suck them back into his mouth, but first he needed to see her get lost in the sensations he provided. They fell into the familiar roles. She yielded and he guided. He bit his tongue, to keep the words he longed to say down. He didn’t dare take her out of the zone he’d placed her in. He released her nipples.

Needy, she mewled like a cat.

Don’t worry, little bird. I’m not finished with you yet. He palmed her upper thighs and massaged the muscles as he spread her legs. She glanced down and he held her intense stare as he leaned forward and flicked her clit through her panties. She lifted her hips and he continued his teasing touches through the silky material that acted as the sole barrier between them. He sl

id her the black silk to the side and touched her with his tongue. She cried out and slung her legs over his shoulders. He dove into her pussy like a mad man, nudging her swollen bud with his nose and touching every inch of her, he could with his tongue.

Lark rocked with him and buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him even closer. He

hummed and she bucked. They came together with an air of violent desperation. Neither of them wanted to lose what they’d manage to carve out.

He circled her walls and she flexed her muscles. A fresh gush of cream and her trembling limbs told him she was close. He increased his speed and she locked around him, spasming as she flew over the edge. He continued to pamper her pussy as she came down. He placed a kiss on her lips and leaned back, massaging her jerking legs. “How are you feeling now?”

“Completely spent and numb.”

I’ll take it. “Then let’s get you dressed and back in our bed, so I can make you feel again.”

She sat up. “Say it again.”

“Say what?”

“Get me back to where?”

“In bed?”

“No…say what you said.”

He realized his folly. “Our bed.”

She closed her eyes and hummed. “I like the sound of that.”

“Still?” He mentally winced at his almost desperate tone.

“I don’t think I have much of a choice now. You burrowed your way inside me when I

wanted to shut out the world and now, you’ve become a part of me. Maybe even the best part.”

“Not possible. I owe everything I am now to you. You’re the first person since my mother who made me want to be a better man.”