Destined for Two (13 page)

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Devlin took another long swallow of his drink and watched Skylar warily. Her long blonde hair hung around her shoulders in soft curls as her fingers slowly and deliberately popped the top button of her shirt free. His cock hardened immediately behind the fly of his pants and he gripped the glass in his hand so hard he thought he might break it. She shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t be tempting him like this. God, he wanted her. He wanted her so bad his whole body ached with the need to feel her curves beneath him. But she was so damn small, so damn petite. He would crush her and there was no way her tiny body could take his cock. He’d hurt her if he fucked her like he wanted to.

Her blue eyes sparked with determination as her fingers moved to pop another button free.

“Skylar,” he growled.

“Shut up, Devlin.”

He raised an eyebrow at her spunk. Such spark coming from such a tiny frame. Skylar was the daughter of Lortagh Moran, a 84

scientist who used one of the many deserted mines as his laboratory.

He and his daughter were working on a time travel machine that used man-made worm holes to not only travel through time, but jump from one planet to another.

Skylar was an unbelievably smart woman. Unfortunately, she wasn’t smart enough to stay away from him. She deserved so much better. He was a killer, a former thief. Even Rhia didn’t know all the things he’d done in his past to get himself to where he was now.

Lifting the crystal decanter, he poured another drink into his glass. Maybe if he got drunk enough, he could resist her. “You should go, Skylar,” he warned as he lifted the glass to his lips.

The warm alcohol did nothing to cool his ardor and he scowled.

Skylar wasn’t fazed and moved forward seductively, dropping her shirt to the floor and revealing a body so perfectly shaped he couldn’t look away. His gaze moved immediately to the globes of her breasts. He licked his lips and the pert little pink nipples hardened beneath his hungry stare. His gaze moved lower, taking in her flat stomach and shaved pussy.

“You and I both know you want this,” she purred.

He took another long swallow and shook his head with a grimace. “You have no idea what I want. If you did, you’d run screaming.”

“Please,” she drawled. “I might scream, but not from fear.” Her hands flattened against his chest and he sucked in a huge gulp of air. Her touch was like fire, even through his shirt. “Skylar,” he warned again. “I’m serious. You don’t want this.”

“Oh, I definitely want this,” she murmured, and cupped his hard cock through his pants.

The damn thing got even harder and he groaned, desperate to push her away, and at the same time, desperate to crush her to him.

“I know you’re not what they say you are,” she whispered against his lips.

“Yes I am,” he sighed against her mouth, inhaling her sweet scent. His control was slipping fast, especially with her fingers massaging his balls. “I’m everything they say and more.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” she whispered before flicking out her tongue to lick at the seam of his lips.

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Damn, the woman was killing him. He closed his eyes, concentrating hard on his control. Don't lose control.

“You should be,” he snarled as his hands rose to rest at her hips.

Such small hips. She’s too small. Almost like a child. “I’ll terrify you, Skylar. I’ll hurt you.”

“You would never hurt me.” Her fingers undid the buttons of his fly and she slipped her tiny hand inside.

“Damn it, Skylar,” he growled and lifted her to sit on the edge of his desk.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he settled his cock against the heat of her pussy, her fingers gripping his shoulders, fisting in the material of his shirt. A shirt he wanted rid of so he could feel the heat of her flesh against his.

“You have such beautiful eyes,” she whispered, then moaned as he pressed her mound against the hard ridge of his shaft, showing her exactly what she did to him.

“Damn it, Skylar. You shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

He knew it was ridiculous to even voice his thoughts. Her hands made quick work of the buttons before moving to his shoulders and slowly lowering his shirt, pushing it down his arms and making his stomach knot tightly. Fingers skimmed across his skin, making the muscles twitch beneath her touch and more of his control slipped away.

“I’m too old for you,” he gasped as her thumbs flicked across his nipples.

Her full lips spread into an adorable smile. “You’re only two years older than me,” she admonished. “You’re grasping at straws, Devlin. Just trying to think of anything that might push me away.

And you know it.” Leaning forward, she touched her lips softly to his. “Do what you want. Take me however you want.” His eyes closed as images ran through his mind of him doing just that. Her tied to his bed, his cock buried in her ass. Her full, firm, delectable little ass. Little, he reminded himself. She was so little.

Her body was perfectly proportioned for her height, but next to him, she barely reached his collarbone. His hands could span her waist and the tips of his fingers could touch at the small of her back. He shook his head, fighting his desire to give in and give her what she wanted. What he wanted.

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“You know you want me,” she whispered and took one of his hands, guiding it to her pussy.

He let her, unable to stop as his hand cupped her wet mound.

Oh, God, she was wet. And her scent. She smelled like heaven. A heaven he didn’t deserve.

“I want you, Devlin.” His fingers slipped through the wetness coating her pussy and separated her labia. She moaned, bucking her hips against his hand. “I’ve always wanted you.” As if in a daze, he lifted his hand and slipped his wet fingers between his lips. Her taste was like honey, sweet, thick, and so perfect. Her hands cupped his face, forcing him to meet her pleading stare. Blue eyes the color of the sky held him captive as she gazed into his face, so sincere and so beautiful.

“Please, Devlin. Don’t push me away again.”

He could hardly breathe. Blood pounded through his ears with a deafening roar as her lips slowly moved toward his. Or was it he that moved toward her? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was if he didn’t kiss her this very instant, he’d die.

Her lips were soft, molding against his so perfectly as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, dominating her, showing her how it would be. He’d wanted her for so long. He wouldn’t be gentle -- he couldn’t be.

She surprised him with a moan and then returned his kiss with the same hunger, the same desperate need. He crushed her to him, flattening her breasts against his chest. His cock rocked against her mound, setting a hard, steady rhythm he hoped would frighten her away, but God help him if she wanted to run. He wasn’t all that sure he could stop now.

Breaking the kiss, she arched her back and met his thrusts.

“Yes,” she sighed. “Just like that.”

Devlin growled and shoved his pants to the floor before kicking them to the side. His balls were drawn up so tight he thought they might burst at the slightest touch. He needed to get control of himself again. With one hand, he pressed Skylar to her back on the desk, then let it trail slowly down her chest and stomach. The other he used to spread her thighs wide. The thumb of his first hand brushed across her swollen clit, making her cry out in pleasure.

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Her musky honey scent assaulted his senses, making him almost dizzy with need. Her fingers gripped his hair, trying to pull him toward her. He removed her hands, placing them at her sides.

“Leave them there,” he ordered.

She stared up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, her gaze dreamy, her cheeks flushed with passion. Raising his hand, he brushed his thumb across her bottom lip and felt the shudder that ran through her. Her eyes closed on a sigh as he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss between her breasts. He moved to the nipple on his right. So perky and hard, he licked it with his tongue.

Skylar gasped and thrust out her chest. Devlin backed away and moved to lick his tongue across the other nipple. She was so wild, so responsive to his touch, it made him crazy.

“Devlin, please,” she pleaded, her fingers clenching and unclenching at her sides.

With a devilish grin, he ducked between her legs and licked his tongue along the length of her wet slit. She cried out loud and he separated her labia with his fingers so he could better taste her, fuck her with his tongue.

He didn’t want her to come yet, and was careful not to touch her clit, despite how desperately she wanted him to. He took his time, slowly stroking her with his tongue, and then gently sucking at her labia. She moaned and whimpered, her head rolling from side to side as she begged him to continue, to not stop.

God, he couldn’t stop now if he wanted to. His cock throbbed between his legs, demanding to be buried inside her to the point he couldn’t take it anymore. Rising above her, he positioned the head of his cock at her weeping entrance.

“Yes,” she hissed and bucked her hips, lodging the head of his shaft just inside her.

He gritted his teeth, wanting to take it slow for her, but her movements pushed him beyond his patience and he thrust forward, burying himself half inside her tight channel. And God, was she tight. She gasped, her eyes going wide as her body stilled beneath him.

He pulled out, then slowly pushed back in, the tight walls of her channel gripping him like a hot vise. She felt so good. So damn good.

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“Devlin,” she whimpered, bringing him out of his own haze of rapture.

Her face was screwed into a frown, her fingers fisted tightly at her sides. He was hurting her. He started to pull out, but she lifted her legs, locking them behind his hips to hold him inside her.

“Don’t stop.”

“Skylar…” he warned, but she shook her head.

“I want all of you, Devlin. Don’t stop.” She gazed into his face with passion-filled eyes. Her nipples were hard little pebbles, her skin flushed, her pussy leaking cream onto his balls and desk.

“Please,” she whispered, and it was his undoing.

He pressed forward, slowly so as not to hurt her, and groaned as her walls gripped at his length. She lifted her hips, taking more of him inside her and he clenched his jaw to the point of pain as he held himself back, kept himself from fucking her as hard as he wanted to.

Pulling back, he pressed forward one more time, surprisingly burying himself balls-deep. She gasped, arching her back and grinding her hips against him. Again, he pulled back, and then thrust forward hard. Her lips opened on a silent cry as he repeated the movement, giving her all he had.

“Skylar,” he growled. “Talk to me.”

He held himself still, waiting for her to say something. She shocked him by slapping once at the surface of the desk and yelling,

“Damn it, Devlin. Don’t stop. Fuck me.”

With a growl, he did just that, pounding into her over and over, slapping his balls against her tight ass. She screamed and met every one of his thrusts with one of her own, her body and mouth begging for more. Begging for him to fuck her harder.

Pounding sounded at the door over her screams and he scowled, trying to ignore it. “No,” he growled. “No, not now!” Again the knock sounded and he turned a scowl toward the door and the offending intruder on the other side.

Devlin awoke from his dream with a start and scowled toward the ceiling. He hadn’t dreamed of Skylar in a long time, so why was he doing it now? And why was he still feeling her presence?

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With a sigh, he sat up, running his fingers through his hair and brushing it back from his face. He really should cut it, but Skylar had always loved it long and since her death, he hadn’t been able to shorten his unruly waves.

“This is ridiculous,” he mumbled, and turned to place his feet on the cold stone floor.

“Castles,” he complained. “Always so damn cold.” A knock sounded at his door and he turned to stare at it with a frown. Is that what he’d heard in his dream? It had to have been. That night he’d first fucked Skylar, there had been no intrusion, no one knocking at his door. He could sense Keenas and Jorel on the other side, their emotions almost as jumbled as his. What the hell did they want?

“Enter,” he grumbled and adjusted the sheet around his naked hips.

Keenas stepped through first, his frown deepening the lines around his eyes. Jorel came through right behind him, his face screwed into a matching scowl.

“Who pissed on your party?” Devlin drawled as he watched them come to stand at the foot of the bed.

“You mean besides you?” Keenas came back, but Jorel’s scowl deepened as he reached over to slap his brother’s shoulder.

“Knock it off, Keenas. Talk to him.”

“Talk to me about what?” Devlin asked with a frown.

“You have a lot of influence over Rhianna --”

“If you’re asking me to convince her to stay here…”

“No,” Keenas said with a shake of his head. “I want her to stay because she wants to, not because of a sense of duty.”

“You want more than that, Keenas,” Devlin said, his lips twitching. “Admit it.”