The Lost //✔️// [DEVON SEQUEL] BOOK 2 [DISCONTINUED]

• Get Over It •

(🚨sexual content)

   Me and Devon sat in the car in dead silence. It was all too real now, the understanding that the rest of our family are most likely just as broken as Jodie. Festering in god-forsaken back alley apartments.
   For gods sake, she's being beaten by her neighbour.

   "She's right." I whispered. Devon's seat belt swished across the chair when he turned to look at me. We hadn't started moving yet, too stunned by what we'd seen.
   He raised an eyebrow at me, "She's right. Our family are suffering, I mean most likely, right? And we are arguing over...over such a small betrayal of trust." I reasoned.

   Devon sighed and sat back, turning on the engine, "I know." He squared his jaw, "I'm sorry too." His voice was hard, I understood him apologising was tough, I hurt him badly with my intentions to leave him. However, an apology is an apology.

   Tentatively, I reached my hand over and placed it lightly on top of his, tracing my thumb across the veins visible under his skin.
   His eyes shut and he visibly relaxed, more relaxed than I'd ever seen him before.
   "You have no idea..." he let out a shuddering breath, "...how long I've wanted you to do that."
   My heart swelled with warmth.

   "Just to have you touch me. Your warmth, your presence." He smiled at me.
   I was almost taken aback, the smile was full of relief, happiness... a flurry of emotions.

   "Let's go home and figure this out." I said softly, moving my hand back onto my lap so he could drive us home.

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   The rest of the car journey was silent, but a comfortable, soft silence.
   I couldn't help, despite everything, smiling to myself. In the mess of this life, at least I've sorted one thing out. One very important thing.

   We parked outside the house and slipped inside, the air had taken on a horridly cold temperature and I shivered against it.
   I threw my bag and coat down at the bottom of the stairs and frowned at the open basement door.
   I turned around to face Devon, "Hey, what was Isaa-" before I could finish he wrapped his hands around my face and crushed my lips with a kiss.
   I returned it. A kiss full of longing, full of love, full of need. His left hand slid away from my face and grazed down my side, clutching my hip tightly. His fingers dug into my skin, I moaned against the slight ache and melted into him.
   Slowly, Devon began pushing us backwards, into the living room.
   He shut the door behind him and broke away from the kiss for a brief moment to pull the blinds shut. We were plunged into a dark room lit only by the orange glow of the lamp in the far corner.

   Before he could take control, I demanded a turn. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him, pushing him down onto the sofa with force. I pulled his shirt up and off his shoulders, then my own followed.
   I kept eye contact with him, Devon's eyes glistening against the amber glow. His chest was heaving as I unbuttoned his jeans, tugging them off.
   His warm hands reached around and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor in a heap.

   Devon's eyes widened as he took in my breasts. It had been a good while since he'd last seen them.
   I giggled internally at the thought of what could be running through his hungry mind.

   As gracefully as I could, I slipped my leggings off and my underwear. Devon, eagerly, pulled down his own and the size of him caused butterflies to explode in my stomach.
   He sat there still as I approached, placing one leg either side of him and slowly, very slowly, lowering myself down onto him, guiding him inside gently.

   My lips trembled, stifling a soft sigh. Devon's eyes fluttered shut and his hands found my waist, squeezing and loosening as I finally sat down- the full length of him inside me.
   I rocked, back and forth, eliciting a moan from both me and him.
   He grabbed ferociously at my neck, squeezing lightly and pulling me in for a kiss. I clutched his shoulder as I rocked back and forth, our bodies getting hot and bleeding into one.