Page 143 of Deadly Betrayal

“Yes.” Her back arched, and she closed hereyes, seemingly unable to hold his gaze any longer.

“Do you want more?”

That got her attention. She opened her eyesand raised a brow. “More?”

“Tell me what you want.” He’d give heranything she asked for. He just hoped it was something thatinvolved his cock, now straining painfully against his boxers. Butif all she wanted were his fingers to give her release and then tosleep in his arms, he’d do it. For her, he’d do anything.

Tilting her hips, she leaned over and kissedhim. This time, her tongue sought entrance into his mouth, anentrance he hastily granted, then he sucked her inside. She groanedat the unfamiliar sensation of having her tongue pulled at. Heeased up and let her explore. His chest tightened at the timid wayshe probed at his cheeks and teeth. But when her tongue flattenedand swiped along his, a wave of desire hit him, strong and hard.His hips bucked under her. He wanted her now. So fucking much ithurt.

Slowly, she sat up again, her hands sweepinglightly over his chest. “Your pectorals are so well developed.” Hertongue peeked out between her lips as she trailed her nails downhis belly, bumping over each muscle. “And your abdominals… I havenever seen anything like them.” She touched each one, counting.Before she reached the seventh and eighth, now hidden beneath herpussy, she stopped.

Christ, what had he thought, that she’d touchherself? Poleaxed by the idea, he stared at her fingers. So close.“Azita,” he growled.

“Yes, my husband?”

“Keep counting.”

She glanced down at her fingers, then back upat him. Her throat worked as she swallowed. “I cannot.”

“You must.” If she didn’t, he’d die.Everything in him wanted to see her fingers touching the blood-richflesh between her thighs. She nodded, and slowly her fingers movedto the next muscle, the one currently being nuzzled by her clit.Kaden flexed his abs, making them push up, trapping her fingersbetween her body and his.

“Have you ever touched yourself there?” heasked on a whisper.

Her eyes closed briefly. “No, not other thanto wash.”

“How does it feel?”

“Warm, wet. Slick.”

He groaned. Killing him. She was fuckingkilling him. “I meant…” He sucked in a breath and contracted hismuscles again. “How does it make you feel?”

“Achy. Like there is a pressure that needs tobe relieved.”

“Have you ever felt that before?”

Her eyes dropped again. But this time, itwasn’t in deference to him. She was watching her fingers. Her hipsrolled back and forth. Could she see how her flesh parted, how herclit stood out, taunting him?

She arched forward, bringing her pussy intofull contact with her fingers. When her clit passed over afingertip, she bucked, and her long slow moan arced through him.His cock leaked pre-cum, desperately wanting to join the party.

But Azita stopped rocking. She becamemotionless. “I… don’t know what I should do.”

What she’d been doing had been pretty damnfantastic. “Do you want my help?” he asked gently.

“Yes.”

His mouth watered. He knew exactly how hewanted to help. “You trust me?”

“I do.” Her hips moved and another shuddershook her slender shoulders.

In an instant, he had her on her back. “Don’tbe scared, okay?”

Her fingers gripped the bedsheets as he usedhis knees to part her thighs. Her pussy called to him, open andsucculent. He lay on his chest between her legs, his mouth poisedover her. He inhaled deeply of her scent: spicy, exotic—just likeher. “This is going to be so good.”

He locked his lips over her pussy. His tongueswiped from top to bottom before swirling around her clit in asucking, pushing pattern that had her writhing beneath him. He slidhis hands under her ass, squeezing, bringing her hot flesh moreforcefully against his lips as he ate her.

Popping a finger into his mouth, he coatedit, then slid it inside her. After months of widowhood, she wastight, hot, and heavenly. He almost came at the thought of all thatmoist heat surrounding his cock.

Later. Right now was for her.