Devil's Fire Read Free

heat roll over my tongue, and then held the snifter to Hyde’s lips.
    He took a swig, grinning. ‘You’re becoming a sensualist, it seems.’
    ‘Teach me everything you know,’ I breathed, slipping forward on the couch. ‘Which is what I’ve always been taught not to want. But then, how did I know what I was missing?’
    It was the brandy talking, just as it had led my father down the primrose path. But I paid no attention to that warning, because as Hyde rubbed the muscles of my calves and continued upward I felt so delicious I couldn’t possibly stop him. I’d spent my life striving towards Heaven, yet in a few effortless moments this man had taken me there.
    Hyde had been raising my skirts with his massage, and when his lips went where his fingers had been, I gasped. How could I shiver this way without sliding forward on to his face? He was kneeling between my knees, kissing the skin of my upper thighs until I thought I’d explode. My inner muscles tensed and then went even tighter, sending shock waves through my body.
    I lifted my hips, and with one swift movement Hyde took down my drawers. It was wicked, to willingly expose my intimate parts to him. But the brandy was stirring me, making so much slick, liquid heat that the pressure of the seam against my slit was unbearable.
    ‘Jesus, woman,’ Hyde breathed, and suddenly he buried his face in the muslin crotch. He began inhaling deeply, eyes closed, as though my personal scent contained the only essence he needed to live.
    ‘God, you excite me!’ he whispered, gazing up at me with eyes like embers. ‘And I’m going to send you just as far over the edge, Mary Grace. So far you won’t want to come back — except to come again. And again.’
    I wanted to thrust myself at him, to relieve the awful aching that inflamed my inner lips and the bud they enfolded. But Hyde refused to humour me. He kissed my thighs with bold abandon, grasping my arse, purposely avoiding the feverish skin that craved his attention. Then he burrowed along my belly, while his fingers found the placket of my blouse. Buttons popped in all directions as he parted the thin fabric.
    ‘Hyde, I’ve nothing to wear back to —’
    ‘So you’ll stay here, with me.’
    ‘— and this is my only shift —’
    ‘So I’ll buy you a dozen of them, my love. Lacy little things that I’ll forever delight in tearing away, so I can kiss your marvellous skin.’ And with the splitting of the threadbare muslin, he was doing just that. His mouth set my breasts on fire as he licked and sucked and teased my nipples, toying with his tongue until I cried out. The silk of his lips contrasted with the roughness of his cheek as he nestled against my chest, like an infant begging to be fed.
    Then his thumb found that little nub he’d ignored before, making me gasp with spasms. Hyde continued to suckle, while kindling a wildfire between my legs with the circling of his fingers. His body held me prisoner on the leather settee as he stroked and sucked more intently. I began to writhe, my head tossing like I was possessed, and I gave up all pretence at control.
    My hips wiggled and strained. The ache inside me threatened to explode, spiralling deeper. Just when I thought I could take no more, Hyde lightly bit my nipple and slipped a finger up my hole. In and out he dipped, brushing my clit with a rapidity that made my head spin.
    ‘Harder,’ I begged, thinking I’d slide off the couch in all my wetness.
    With a devious chuckle, Hyde inserted a second finger and began squeezing, faster now. My body flared and my senses reeled. The wet suction encircling my breast and the hot hand pounding against my mound were driving me towards certain insanity.
    Suddenly I soared, riding waves that bore me high and free. A wail escaped me, followed by a louder, more desperate one, and as Hyde drove a third finger inside me, I shattered. I was vaguely aware of arms that kept me from flying off the couch and breathing that