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by Devil's Pact (lit)

  She pressed her petite body against the formidable strength of his, and it nearly crushed his power of control. He was lost, weak as a newborn babe. He shut his eyes tighter and groaned harshly when he felt her small, pert breasts jutted beneath his chin. “Oh, Megan,” he breathed, fighting the urge to latch his hungry mouth onto a hot, taut nipple branding his bare flesh. “What are you doing to me?”

  Her fingers curled in his hair and pulled his head back. She forced his undivided attention upward as she stared down at him. The look in her eyes played on his chaotic emotions. Dark, sizzling hot arousal had his flesh throbbing, aching for tight, wet heat. Then there was the unbridled love, deep and searing. All his if he dared. If he was brave enough, wanted it bad enough, was willing to sacrifice his soul for it.

  “Devin,” she whispered, her voice like silk. “Follow your heart. Do what comes naturally.”

  Shutting his eyes, he moaned like a wounded man left out in the sweltering heat of the desert sun to die. He was so achingly hard, he was dying. His fingers dug into the firm globes of her rear, grinding her mound over the tip of his cock buried snugly between their bodies. It wouldn’t take much of a shift to impale her sweet, juicy cunt on the bulging erection nudging at the dripping slit of her heated channel, or toss her on her back, throw her legs over his shoulders, and power home, hard and deep until she screamed, begged for her pleasure.

  That’s what he wanted it, which in no way resembled what she needed.

  He wanted to be the one to bestow everything she desired. More than she ever imagined. What he felt for her went beyond lust, beyond what he couldn’t put into words.

  Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes slowly and met the adoration, the hope and stark plea in her gaze. With no desire to be the one to shatter those hopes and dreams, he groaned helplessly, “You know what comes naturally.”

  “I’ve shown you before.” Her voice was a breathless whisper, sizzling against his heated skin as her warm, moist lips planted soft kisses on his hair, forehead, and over his eyelids. He was going to die where he stood, there was no doubt about it. “How tender, satisfying it could be when two people love each other. Love me the way I love you.”

  * * * *

  “Do you, Megan? Do you love me?” His voice sounded anxious, desperate as though he were begging, demanding her to say yes.

  Megan was taken aback, moved to near tears. After so many times, he finally heard, realized the underlying meaning. More spellbinding was that she knew, could tell for the first time he truly felt deep feelings, too.

  His body was tense, chest muscles hot and taut against her skin. He was fighting to control the desire coursing through his body for her sake. She looked breathlessly into his darkened eyes, the wild, feral lust glittering in the silver depths that they both craved, thrived on, took their pleasure in. The thought of all that pent-up emotion, raging lust sent shivers rippling under her skin.

  She ignored the thick erection lodged between her thighs, the slick release preparing her body, her quivering pussy eager to be impaled, filled, possessed by him. Always for him. It would be easy to give in to the potent, dark sexuality, the excesses that were so much a part of him. Right now, she needed something else, more. She wanted to pull from him what he kept deeply buried. Yet, she knew it was there, hidden, nearly forgotten below the rough, hardened surface, waiting to be set free.

  Megan needed his love.

  Light as a feather, she touched his warm, velvet soft lips with the pad of her finger and watched his eyes follow her as she brought it to her lips, then faintly whispered, “From the moment your lips touched mine.”

  Pure, heartfelt love glazed his eyes, reflected in his expression, and she fought to breathe. He carried her away from the bed, and her heart shattered with happiness into a million little pieces.

  Deftly, with little maneuvering, he yanked the thin mattress from the small bed and tossed it on the floor. Gently, oh-so tenderly, he laid her on top. He was stretched alongside her, more of his massively large body on the puncheon floor than the mat. He pulled her into the secure warmth and strength of his powerful embrace.

  Snuggling her head under his chin, she wanted him closer. She was dying for his touch, just to be near him as her eyes welled with tears.

  “Megan, I…I…” Somehow, his words became lost in the maelstrom of emotions shadowing in his expression. He drew in a long, deep shuddering breath and seemed to abdicate every feeling into action.

  He lightly caressed her cheek with his palm. She gazed up at him as a single tear fell from her eyes. Instinctively, her lips parted as his lowered and covered hers with a deep, passionate, sincere kiss that heated her body, embraced her heart and captured her soul.

  Megan softened against him. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as Devin whispered sweet endearments, caressed her skin with a silky, gentle knowing touch, giving her everything she ever dared dream, all she desired and much more at a slow, gentle pace.

  “Don’t cry,” he whispered softly, brushing her tears away with a loving touch. Breathing escalating, she closed her eyes as he moved between her thighs. She felt the heat of his body hovering just above the edge of hers. He was tense, and she could feel his body shaking with restraint as he held his erection wedged at the entrance to her body.

  “Open your eyes, Megan,” he murmured tenderly. When she did, he slowly entered.

  She whimpered openly and her body quivered as she felt him sink into the soaked depths of her passage one inch at a time.

  “Do you feel it, Megan?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, trembling at the blatant emotions burning in his gaze as they joined as one. Without question, she felt what he wanted her to feel. Love.

  Buried completely inside, he squeezed her legs together, his thighs outside hers. The position made her vagina feel longer, more snug as her muscles gripped his cock tighter than ever. He rocked against her smoothly, the long, slow strokes of his thick shaft stimulating her clitoris with each glide up and down.

  He may not have been able to verbalize it, but she felt it with every deep, slow, gentle thrust, saw it blazing in his eyes. It was in his soft caresses, his tender kisses as he moved against her clit with a slow, steady pressure, building the exquisite sensation deep in her womb as his body continued to adore hers.

  She cried out, professing her love as she toppled from an unknown height of pure ecstasy. All else before was but a faint shadow when the strong force of her climax broke over her.

  “Megan, I could stay inside you forever,” he growled, and she couldn’t breathe. Her body was on fire, every nerve ignited, every inch of flesh tingled as the incredible flames of love and desire washed over her again and again. She luxuriated in his heated promise, “Tell me when. I’ll never choose to leave you.”

  “Yes,” she panted desperately, closing her eyes. She hungered for more, dwelling in the breathless sensations sailing her away on a blaze of wondrous bliss once more. Her muscles clenched, gripped him sensuously, her deep, intense release unraveled from her body. “Yes.”

  “That’s my girl. Enjoy it, sweetheart. Give yourself to me.” She heard him groan as her inflamed body hummed with pleasure, sensitized to his scent, his every touch, every little move. Dear, Lord. She never wanted such heavenly, searing ecstasy to end.

  “Let me give you everything you need.” His mouth devoured hers. His hands were all over her body, worshiping her. His lips dancing streaks of carnal bliss across her skin. His cock made sweet, delicious, maddening love to her, bringing her one magnificent orgasm after the next until finally her fledging system was overwhelmed with emotions.

  “Devin,” she whispered on a strangled gasp, dragging her mouth from his. She was so close to the edge of insanity, she thought she would die from glorious pleasure. Trembling beneath him, she lay spent, drenched with perspiration, soaked between her thighs as he maintained his harmonious rhythm in pursuit of her happiness.

  “Once more, Megan. Please. Come with me.” His vo
ice was deep and rough, strained from containing the raging lust that darkened his gaze, tightened his body.

  The knowledge made her heart race, fill, overflow with love. Made her want to weep for him and for herself. She cried out, “Devin, I love you.”

  Two deep, hard thrusts, and his body joined hers in a sea of carnal ecstasy. Her cry of blissful pleasure swirled between them as she felt hot, thick spurts of his seed fill her pulsing flesh. Shuddering, he fell over her body, his weight braced on his elbows, calling her name.

  Minutes later, as the erotic daze gradually faded, he straightened his arms, hands braced on either side of her head. In the dimly lit room, their eyes met, reflecting what they both felt. The significance of their coupling bonded them together, forever and filled an emptiness neither realized existed until they’d met one another.

  He planted a soft kiss on her forehead and rolled onto his side, separating their intimate bond. She moaned at the bittersweet loss.

  “Why didn’t you let Caleb fu…make love to you?” he asked her softly, brushing the dampened locks from her face as he draped a thigh across hers and pulled her possessively against him.

  Smoothing her hands up his arms, she glided her fingers over his shoulders, then swirled them in the beaded perspiration on his chest, marveling in his masculine scent. Casting a coy sideways glance and half a smirk, she whispered seductively, “Do you believe I was saving myself for you?”

  “You really didn’t fuck him.” A single dark brow rose faintly as he regarded her with stunned amusement that swelled his male ego judging by the smug grin titling his lips.

  She hesitated for effect, letting him think about that for a moment. Even though it sounded more like a statement than a question, she could tell he eagerly awaited her answer. Using her forefingers, she rolled them over his nipples, thrilled they hardened instantly. She pinched them slightly, and he groaned in approval. She glanced up at him when his cock stirred to life across her hips. Everything about him was hard, just the way she wanted. She smiled, feeling her face flush with arousal. “I may have sucked his cock a few times.”

  “Naughty Megan.” His grin turned mischievous, wicked, sexy as sin. “What did Caleb do?”

  Megan shifted onto her side, careful to “accidentally” rub against his cock as she whispered in his ear, lewdly describing events that involved her mouth and various body parts, she unexpectedly felt his hard thickness slap her belly. Her vagina tingled, ached with a familiar hunger. Amused their insatiable sexual appetites were well-matched. She grinned against his ear.

  After her account, she leaned backward slightly and gazed into his eyes. His expression reflected his complete acceptance, no hint of envy, bitterness, or resentment. Not only did Devin love her, he trusted her.

  “Naughty Caleb,” Devin teased playfully. His voice husky with arousal, eyes alit with blatant sexual desire so carnal, she breathed a deep sigh in erotic awareness.

  Her skin grew hot at the thought of turning him on so easily, by simply describing what she did with someone else.

  With the way the three of them carried on, she couldn’t believe she managed to blush like a silly school girl. The erotic, primal heat this man generated from a single look was potent, feral and dangerous. Aimed at her. How lucky could one girl get?

  “We’ll go see the preacher first thing tomorrow.”

  “Why?” she breathed, caught entirely unaware. Her heart pumped violently in her chest with excitement and anticipation. Dare she dream?

  “You know why.” His voice was quiet, his face intent. So much so, it made her want to scream with insecurity.

  Timidly, she shook her head. “No, Devin…I don’t. Tell me.” Her harried voice caught. She was afraid to ask. Afraid of being disappointed, confused. Afraid her heart was about to be broken.

  “Megan Spawn, I love you.” The world stopped, but her head was spinning out of control. “I need you by my side, always. Better believe I know as sure as hell I don’t deserve you, but will you marry me?”

  “Uh…” Her mind lapsed a brief moment, overcome, stunned, gloriously elated. Tears fell.

  The lapse dragged on, and all she could do was blink through the teary, blurry-eyed haze as she tried to focus on the man she wanted to marry—who just so happened to want to marry her.

  “Perhaps I shouldn’t have put hell and marry in the same sentence. If it’ll help, I’ll get down on one knee, except I’m already lying buck naked on the floor. Can’t get much lower than this.”

  Giggling, she wiped as many tears as possible from her eyes. Splaying her damp hands on the hard planes of his chest, she reached up and planted a quick kiss on his lips. “I would be honored, Devin Spawn.”

  He exhaled heavily, relieved.

  “To have and hold.” He held her gaze as he guided one of her hands to his cock.

  “Ohhh, yeeesss,” she breathed, draping her leg over his hip as she positioned the engorged head at her opening, spreading her slick folds. She moaned softly as she wiggled her hips until the swollen top was lodged inside. “Till death do us part.”

  “Till death…” he repeated, grasping her ass tightly as he thrust upward. She shuddered, moaned as he buried himself to the hilt and moved in and out slowly, sensuously. “…do us part.”

  “Devin,” she whispered softly, brushing kisses along his jaw. “What about Caleb?”

  Until she saw Caleb lying on the floor in a pool of blood, she hadn’t realized how much she truly loved him. It became apparent why she never found the courage or desire to send him away for good. So much of her life was spent loving him. Part of her would have died with him, had it come to that. Leaving her brokenhearted.

  If she lost Devin, her soul would have given up entirely.

  All would have been lost.

  What was wrong with her? How could it be that she wanted to marry Devin, and not be able to give up Caleb?

  She felt his body stiffen almost imperceptibly. If she hadn’t been in his arms, their bare flesh pressed against one another, she would have missed it entirely.

  He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Her thighs tightened around his hips as she adjusted to the top position. The question was one she thought about long and hard, ever since it was proposed. She blinked down at him, his eyes were dark and heavy-lidded.

  “Megan, now’s not the time to try and spare my feelings. Do you love Caleb?”

  Resting her cheek gently on his chest, worried at his acceptance of the truth, she nodded.

  “Look at me, Megan, when you answer,” he requested softly.

  Lifting her head slowly, she looked into his eyes. There was no anger, no jealousy, only warmth and affection, real, true love glowing in the silver depths.

  “He expects to marry me,” she said softly.

  His eyes narrowed. “Caleb isn’t as stubborn and bull-headed as I am. He sees things clear, specially after you kept him waiting two months. If things turn a little hazy tomorrow, we’ll talk man to man.”

  “But he asked me years ago to marry him.”

  “And for whatever reason, you haven’t. You said yes to me. They’ll be hell to pay if you go an’ try to change your mind. Now answer me. Do you love Caleb?”

  She nodded first, then whispered a faint “yes,” secure in the knowledge Devin Spawn loved her.

  “Then Mrs. Spawn, we’ll do whatever you want. The pact works both ways. We shook on it, and I never go back on a handshake.”

  “Oh, Devin, really?” she said excitedly, bouncing on his hips, her inner muscles clenching the steel rod buried deep inside her body, dragging a guttural groan from his throat. Reality set in a scant moment later. He wasn’t agreeing to buying a cow or getting a dog. Caleb was another flesh-and-blood man who wanted to love her, also.

  She stilled, sitting firmly atop his erection, hands braced on his shoulders. “The three of us together? Forever?”

  “Don’t see why not.” He moved a hand from her waist to where their flesh was joined. His eyes n
ever left hers. As he spoke, he rubbed her clit, gently rocking his hips off the floor and seemingly encouraging her participation.

  She moaned faintly as a flare of arousal shot through her body.

  “As long as I know you love me, and only because I know he feels about you as I do. If you two married, I planned to stayed away from you as long as possible. Rest assured, I would have come around, in time. When I did, I sure as hell would have expected him to keep his side of the pact. Don’t get any other ideas. I ain’t whoring you. You’re gonna be my wife. Any other man even looks at you cross-eyed, and the bastard is dead.”

  “Can we make it work?” she said excitedly, drowning his face in kisses. “Do anything we want?”

  Closing his eyes, he moved both hands to her hips, guiding up and down his thick shaft. “Mmmm, yes,” he groaned fiercely, stroking her pussy with short little jabs as his hips lifted them both off the floor.

  “So, are we going to Boston?” she asked raggedly, her breathing escalating as she moved her hips in synch to his. “Caleb wants to open a medical practice with a school friend. We’ll be safe there. No one will ever think to look for you in Boston.”

  He grimaced, grinding his cock deep inside her slick flesh. “Megan, do you love me?”

  She nodded emphatically and quite happily. Squeezing her inner muscles snugly around his thick length, she sat upright and wailed, “Yes.”

  “Then show me,” he groaned, lying flat on his back, stretching his arms out as if handing her power over of his body, heart, soul, and their future.

  She did.

  “Oh, God. Yes, baby,” he growled. “That’s the way.”

  DEVIL’S PACT

  THE END

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