Run With The Devil

Vulnerable and Control

Lyras pov

I bit my lip, feeling a rush of power at the effect he had on me. It was clear from Deno's hungry eyes that he wanted me desperately. As he leaned in, his breath hot on my skin, i raised my hands and began to remove the shirt, teasing him with each slow movement.

Deno's hands moved to my waist, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through my body. He helped me slide the shirt off my shoulders, revealing the delicate straps of my black lace bra. His eyes darkened at the sight, and he groaned softly, his hands brushing over the curves of my breasts.

"So fucking gorgeous," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

I arched my back slightly, encouraging his touch. I loved the way he looked at me, as if i were the most desirable woman in the world. As his fingers traced the lace, i shivered, my nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric.

"Take it off," he demanded, his voice a low growl.

I smiled, enjoying the urgency in his tone. With a sultry move, i sat up and slowly peeled the bra from my body, revealing my full, round breasts. Deno's eyes locked onto mine, his breath catching in his throat. I cupped my breasts, offering them to him, and he didn't hesitate.

His mouth claimed one nipple, sucking and teasing it with his tongue, while his hand attended to the other, rolling and pinching gently. I moaned, my head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over me. His mouth was hot and insistent, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he switched to the other breast, his hand now squeezing and kneading my sensitive flesh.

"Oh, fuck, Deno," i breathed, my hands tangling in his hair, urging him on.

He moved his kisses down my body,

I lay there, feeling the warmth of Deon's kisses trailing down my chest, moving lower with each soft brush of his lips. His breath felt warm against my skin, and I couldn't help but arch my body slightly as the sensation sent shivers down my spine. His kisses traveled to my stomach, and when his tongue lightly tickled my belly button, a soft laugh escaped me despite the intensity of the moment. It was unexpected, playful, and somehow intimate at the same time.

"Ticklish, huh?" Deon murmured, looking up at me with a smirk, clearly enjoying the way my body reacted to his touch.

I shook my head, biting my lip, trying to stifle another giggle. "I wasn't expecting that."

He chuckled, his grip tightening on my thighs as he moved his hands down, anchoring me in place. His eyes, usually so intense, softened as they roamed over me. "I like seeing you like this. Vulnerable... but still in control."

I arched an eyebrow, trying to regain some of my usual teasing composure despite the heat between us. "Who says I'm vulnerable? Maybe I'm just letting you think you're in control."

His lips moved down to my thighs, his kisses deliberate and slow, as if he were savoring each moment. His fingers grazed my skin as he shifted slightly, trailing kisses down the length of my legs. I felt every sensation, each touch like a spark igniting something deeper.

"You always have a way of keeping me on my toes, Lyra," he said, his voice lower now, almost a growl.

"Someone has to," I teased back, even as my breath hitched slightly from his closeness. "Can't let you get too comfortable."

He paused for a moment, lifting his head to meet my gaze, his hands still firmly holding my legs. "Comfortable, huh?" There was a challenge in his voice, a smirk playing on his lips. "I don't think you realize what you're getting into."

"I think I know exactly what I'm doing," I replied confidently, though the way he was looking at me made my heart race. It was like he could see right through me, past all the teasing and sarcasm, straight to the vulnerability I tried to keep hidden.